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SUNDAY  SCHOOL 


SrSTSEKr  ©®©lEo 


BY   A    SUPERINTENDENT. 


\  Though  unworthy  of  thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear: 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 


APPROVED    BT    THE 
BOSTON. 


FOURTH  EDITION. 


BOSTON  : 

BENJAMIN  H.    GREENE,  124,  WASHINGTON  ST. 

1835. 


Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1833, 

BY    BENJAMIN    R.    GREENE, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Massachusetts. 


PREFACE. 

TO    THE    SECOND    EDITION. 


The  fondness  of  children  for  poetry,  and  especially  that 
of  a  devotional  character,  is  well  understood,  and  when  as- 
sociated with  music,  was  seen  to  be  such  a  powerful  and  inter- 
esting means  of  religious  instruction,  that  it  could  not  long  be 
overlooked.  Singing,  therefore,  was  early  introduced  as  apart 
of  the  exercises  into  most  of  our  Sunday  Schools ;  while,  more 
recently,  an  effort  has  been  made,  and  thus  far  with  great  suc- 
cess, to  instruct  the  pupils  of  these  schools  in  the  simple  ele- 
ments of  music  by  a  new  and  beautiful  system.  But  while  this 
progress  has  been  made  in  regard  to  the  power  of  musical  ex- 
pression, there  has  been  no  corresponding  improvement  in 
our  manuals  of  devotional  sentiment.  The  Sunday  School 
Hymn  Books  now  in  use,  are  defective,  either  because  they 
are  simply  collections  of  devotional  poetry,  without  much,  if 
any,  reference  to  variety  of  subjects,  metre,  or  adaptation  to 
musical  purposes,  or  because  they  are  tinctured  with  secta- 
rian biases.  It  is  the  purpose  of  this  collection  to  obviate 
these  deficiences  and  objections.  The  Hymns  have  been  se- 
lected with  a  view  to  their  devotional  and  practical  charac- 
ter, their  adaptation  to  the  minds  and  wants  of  the  young, 
and,  in  every  instance,  to  the  purposes  of  musical  expression. 
A  few  pieces  never  before  published,  will  be  found  in  the  col. 
lection;  but,  for  the  most  part,  they  have  been  taken  from  the 
choicest  writers  of  juvenile  and  devotional  poetry;  the  pref- 
erence having  always  been  given  to  those  in  which  the  sen- 
timent was  most  correct  and  pure,  expressed  with  the  greatest 
simplicity  and  directness,  and  with  the  deepest  glow  of  piety 
and  religious  feeling. 


4  PREFACE. 

For  the  convenience  of  superintendents  and  teachers,  the 
metres  and  names  of  tunes  have  been  annexed  to  the  Hymns. 
The  tunes,  generally,  are  such  as  are  in  common  use,  and 
may  be  found  in  the  Juvenile  Psalmist,  by  Lovvel  Mason, 
Esq. ;  the  Handel  and  Haydn,  and  Bridgewater  Collections; 
and  the  Sunday  School  Singing  Book,  recently  published  by 
Mr.  George  Kingsley..  The  reference  to  the  latter  is  by  the 
initials  S.  S.  S.  B.,  and  the  page  on  which  the  tune  may  be 
found. 

The  compiler  does  not  flatter  himself  that  he  ha3  attained 
to  the  highest  standard  in  the  little  offering  which  he  now 
makes  to  the  cause  of  Sunday  Schools;  but  if  it  shall  serve, 
in  some  feeble  measure,  to  supply  an  existing  want, — to  pro- 
mote a  deep  but  cheerful  piety  among  the  pupils  of  our  Sun- 
day Schools,  and  lead  the  way  to  a  more  perfect  compilation 
hereafter,  the  object  of  his  labors  and  hopes  will  be  most 
fully  accomplished. 

In  offering  the  second  edition  of  this  little  work,  the  Com- 
piler is  compelled  to  express  the  gratitude  he  feels  for  the 
favor  with  which  it  has  been  received.  In  accordance  with 
Borne  kind  suggestions,  a  Table  of  First  Lines,  an  Index  to 
the  subjects,  and  the  names  of  a  few  more  tunes  have  been 
added;  which,  with  the  alterationof  a  few  words  and  expres- 
sions, he  trusts  will  render  it  not  only  more  acceptable  as  a 
class-book  for  Sunday  Schools,  but  make  it  a  companion  for 
the  domestic  fire-side. 


SUNDAY  SCHOOL 

HYMN     BOOK. 


1. 

Morning  Hymn.        l.  m. 
Luton.    Shoel.  p.  43,  &  45,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  OCR  Father,  here  again  we  raise 
To  thee  our  morning  hymn  of  praise, 
For  all  the  joys  thy  smiles  afford, 
This  sacred  day, — thy  holy  word. 

2  We  thank  thee,  Father,  that  to  thr  l 
Again  we  bend  the  lowly  knee  ; 

That  here  in  peace  and  prayer  we  stand, 
Upheld  by  an  almighty  hand. 

3  Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be. 
Keep  us  from  sin  and  error  free  ; 
Thy  sabbaths  may  we  so  improve, 
As  best  to  win  our  Father's  love. 

4  So  shall  we  then,  when  life  shall  end, 
A  nobler,  holier  Sabbath  spend, — 
Where  thy  good  children  all  shall  be 
Join'd  in  one  family  with  Thee, 


MORNING    HYMNS. 

2. 
Morning  Hymn.        l.  m. 
Portugal.    Old  Hundred,   p.  43,  S.  S.  S.  E 
Assembled  in  our  school  once  more, 
God's  gracious  blessing  we  implore  : 
We  meet  to  learn,  and  sing,  and  pray : 
May  he  be  with  us  through  this  day. 

If  we  attend  with  humble  mind, 
And  seek  instruction,  we  shall  find: 
Then,  while  we  hear  the  sacred  page, 
Oh !  may  its  truth  our  hearts  engage. 

These  Sabbath  days  will  soon  be  o'er, 
And  we  shall  come  to  school  no  more ; 
We  would  not  then  endure  the  pain 
Of  having  spent  our  time  in  vain. 

And  when  on  earth  we  meet  no  more, 
Ma^we  to  God,  our  Father,  soar, 
And  praise  him  in  more  lofty  strains, 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigns. 

3. 

Morning  Hymn.        G  1.  7's  m. 

-p.  22,  S.  S.  S.  B.     Sabbatr 
Safely  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 

jt  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day. 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest! 


M0R2UNG    HYMNS. 

Mercies,  multiplied  each  hour, 
Through  our  lives,  our  praise  demand ; 
Guarded  by  thy  mighty  power, 
Fed  and  guided  by  thy  hand. 
Yet  ungrateful  we  have  been, 
Paying  back  these  gifts  with  sin. 

Lord,  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 
In  our  dear  Redeemer's  name : 
Sin  remove,  and  in  its  place 
Give  us  virtue's  purest  flame  : 
Thus,  from  all  our  sins  set  free, 
May  we  rest  at  last  with  thee. 

4. 
Morning  Hymn.        7  &  6's  m. 

Missionary  Hymn.     p.  47,  S.  S.  8.  B 

Assembled  in  the  morning, 

At  this  our  Sunday  school, 
We  \\ould,  our  faith  adorning, 

Observe  this  sacred  rule — 
That,  as  our  God  's  a  Spirit, 

Our  spirits  should  adore  ; 
That  we  may  thus  inherit 

The  blessings  we  implore. 

And  first,  our  sins  confessing, 

With  penitential  tear, 
We  'd  supplicate  a  blessing 

On  this  our  meeting  here  : 


COMMENCING    HYMNS. 

And  then  for  those  who  teach  us, 

Pure  light  from  Thee  above, 
That  they  with  power  may  reach  us, — 

The  power  of  holy  love. 

Preserve  us  from  temptation, 

From  idle  words  and  play ; 
And  let  thine  approbation 

Attend  us  every  day. 
Oh,  may  we  give  our  parents 

Obedience  from  the  heart ; 
Be  kind  to  our  companions, 

And  love  to  all  impart. 

Oh,  grant  thy  special  favor, 

That  we  may  know  thy  truth, 
And  imitate  the  Saviour, 

In  age  as  well  as  youth  ; 
So  when  we  reach  the  valley 

That  leads  us  down  to  death, 
In  Thee  our  trust  reposing, 

Yield  up  in  hope  our  breath, 

5. 

Commencing  Hymn.        c.  M. 
p.  11,  S.  S.  S.  B.    Peterboro'.     Clarendon 
O  Lord,  another  week  is  flown, 

And  we,  a  youthful  baud, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne. 
To  bless  thy  fostering1  hand. 


COMMENCING    HYMNS. 


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Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 

8. 

Commencing  Hymn.         l.  m. 

Portugal.     Wells,     p.  18  &  45,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
God  is  so  good  that  he  will  hear 
Whenever  children  humbly  pray  ; 
He  always  lends  a  gracious  ear 
To  what  the  youngest  child  can  say. 

His  own  most  holy  book  declares, 
That,  as  a  tender  father  will, 
He  listens  to  our  lowly  prayers, 
And  what  we  ask  will  grant  us  still. 

He  loves  to  hear  a  grateful  tongue 
Thank  him  for  all  his  mercies  given  ; 
And  when  on  earth  his  praise  is  sung, 
The  cheerful  notes  are  heard  in  heaven. 

9. 
Commencing  Hymn.         8's  &  7's  M. 

p.  2,  S.  S.  S.  B.     Sicilian  Hymn.     Greenville. 
Lord  !  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 

Sordid  hopes  and  vain  desires, 
Here  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 
Every  heart  to  thee  aspires. 

From  thy  fount  of  glory  beaming, 

Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes  ; 
We  thy  mercy  hear  proclaiming 

Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 


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COMMENICNG   HYMNS. 


3  We  would  share  thy  great  salvation 

With  the  pure  and  humble  mind  ; 
With  each  kindred  tongue  and  nation, 
From  the  dross  of  guilt  refined. 

4  Blessings  all  around  bestowing, 

Lord,  withhold  thy  care  from  none  ; 
Be  thy  mercy  ever  flowing 

From  the  fountain  of  thy  throne. 

5  Lord,  with  favor  still  attend  us  ; 

Bless  us  with  thy  wondrous  love : 
Thou,  our  sun  and  shield,  defend  us  : 
All  our  hope  is  from  above. 

10. 

Commencing  Hymn.        7's.  m. 
p.  52,  S.  S.  S.  B.     <  Watchman,  tell  us,'  &c.     Alcester. 

1  Blest  Instructer  !  from  thy  ways 
Who  can  tell  how  oft  he  strays  ? 
Save  from  error's  growth  our  mind ; 
Leave  not,  Lord,  one  root  behind. 

2  Purge  us  from  the  guilt  that  lies 
Wrapt  within  our  heart's  disguise  ; 
Let  us  thence,  by  thee  renewed, 
Each  presumptuous  sin  exclude. 

3  Let  our  tongues,  from  error  free, 
Speak  the  words  approved  by  thee ; 
To  thine  all-observing  eyes 

Let  our  thoughts  accepted  rise. 


COMMENCING    HYMNS. 


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4     While  we  thus  thy  name  adore, 
And  thy  healing  grace  implore, 
Blest  Instructer  !  bow  thine  ear : 
God,  our  strength  !  propitious  hear. 

11. 

Commencing  Hymn.         c.  m. 

Irish.     Peterboro' 

1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  God,  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  This  day  thy  favoring  hand  be  nigh, 

So  oft  vouchsafed  before  ; 
Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply, — 
And  I  that  hand  adore  ! 

3  If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 

For  which,  resigned,  I  pray, 

Give  me  to  feel  a  grateful  heart, 

And,  without  guilt,  be  gay. 

4  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 

As  vice  or  folly's  cure, 
Patient  to  gain  that  blessed  end, 
May  I  the  means  endure. 

5  Be  this,  and  every  future  day, 

Still  wiser  than  the  past; 
That,  at  the  whole  of  life's  survey, 
Peace  may  be  mine  at  last. 


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12. 

Commencing  Hymn.     7's.  m. 
p.  52,  S.  S.  S.  B.     'Watchman,  tell  us,5  &c.     Alcester. 

1  Suppliant,  lo  !  thy  children  bend, 

Father,  for  thy  blessing  now  ; 
Thou  canst  teach  us,  guide,  defend; — 
We  are  weak,  Almighty  thou. 

2  With  the  peace  thy  word  imparts, 

Be  the  taught  and  teacher  blest ; 
In  their  lives,  and  on  their  hearts, 
Father,  be  thy  laws  imprest. 

3  Pour  into  each  longing  mind 

Light  and  knowledge  from  above  ; 
Charity  for  all  mankind — 
Trusting  faith,  enduring  love. 

4  Here,  in  joy's  triumphant  day, 

Still  may  grateful  hearts  arise, 
Bright  with  rapture's  kindling  ray, 
Purely,  fondly  to  the  skies. 

5  Here,  in  sorrow's  chastening  hour, 

May  thy  word  its  light  diffuse  ; 
Fresh'ning  as  the  vernal  shower, 
Peaceful  as  the  silent  dews. 

6  Grant  us  spirits  lowly,  pure, 

Errors  pardon'd,  sins  forgiven ; 
Humble  trust,  obedience  sure, 
Love  to  man,  and  faith  in  Heaven. 


SABBATH    MORNING. 


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13. 

Sabbath  Morning.        l.  m. 

Wells.    Shoel. 
Another  sabbath,  Lord,  I  see, 
When  pious  souls  converse  with  thee  : 
Forgetting  every  earthly  care, 
In  nobler  works  and  joys  they  share. 

Lord,  teach  me  something  good  this  day, 
In  every  duty  guide  my  way  ; 

0  fill  my  heart  with  sacred  love, 
And  fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above. 

1  love  to  visit  thine  abode, 

Where  old  and  young  adore  their  God, 
And  now  in  prayer,  and  now  in  praise, 
Their  humble,  joyful  voices  raise. 

While  grateful  notes  employ  the  tongue, 
The  name  of  Christ  inspires  the  song, — 
Through  whom  we  hope  to  be  forgiven, 
And  share  with  him  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

14. 

Sabbath  Day.         l.  m. 
Portugal.     Hebron.     Uxbridge.     p.  18,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
We  bless  thee  for  this  sacred  day, 
Thou,  who  hast  every  blessing  given, 
Which  sends  the  dreams  of  earth  away, 
And  yields  a  glimpse  of  opening  heaven. 

Lord,  in  this  day  of  holy  rest, 

We  would  improve  the  calm  repose  ; 


16  SABBBATH   MORNING. 

And,  in  thy  service  truly  blest, 
Forget  the  world,  its  joys  and  woes. 

3  Lord  !  may  thy  truth  upon  the  heart 
Now  fall,  and  dwell  as  heavenly  dew, 
And  flowers  of  grace  in  freshness  start 
Where  once  the  weeds  of  error  grew. 

4  We  would  our  prayers  with  fervor  bring, 
And  lay  them  at  thy  sacred  throne, 
And  render  praise,  O  heavenly  .King, 
To  thee,  who  praise  can  claim  alone. 

15. 

Sabbath  Morning.        l.  m. 
Duke-street.     Evening  Hymn.     p.  43,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  Father  in  heaven,  thy  ceaseless  love 
Has  brought  us  to  this  holy  day  ; 
Blest  with  thy  kindness  from  above, 
Another  week  has  passed  away. 

2  Grant  us,  O  Lord  !  a  grateful  heart 
To  feel  thy  goodness  and  obey : 
Ne'er  may  we  from  thy  love  depart, 
Ne'er  may  we  leave  thy  heavenly  way. 

3  Grant  us,  this  day,  a  willing  mind 

To  learn  what  thou  would'st  have  ua  do, 
And  how  we  may  thy  favor  find, 
And  love  and  serve  each  other  too  ! 

4  Thy  happy  children  may  we  live, 
Thy  happy  children  may  we  die  ; 
To  all  may  God,  our  Father,  give 
A  home  of  peace  above  the  sky. 


SABBATH    MORNING.  17 

16. 

Sabbath  Hymn.         c.  m. 

Medfield.     Stevens. 

1  O  Father  !  though  the  anxious  fear 

May  cloud  to-morrow's  way, 
Nor  fear  nor  doubt  shall  enter  here. — 
All  shall  be  thine  to-day. 

2  We  will  not  bring  divided  hearts, 

To  worship  at  thy  shrine  ; 
But  each  unworthy  thought  departs, 
And  leaves  this  temple  thine. 

3  Then  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares, 

Of  earth  and  folly  born  ! 
Ye  shall  not  dim  the  light  that  streams 
From  this  celestial  morn. 

4  To-morrow  will  be  time  enough 

To  feel  your  harsh  control ; 
You  shall  not  violate  this  day, 
The  Sabbath  of  the  soul. 

17. 

Sabbath  Morning.         8's  &  7's  m. 

Sicilian  Hymn.     p.  2,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
1     Welcome,  welcome,  quiet  morning, 
Welcome  is  this  holy  day  ; 
Now,  the  Sabbath  morn  returning, 

Says  a  week  has  pass'd  away. 

Let  me  think  how  time  is  passing  : 

Soon  the  longest  life  departs ! 


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Nothing  human  is  abiding, 

Save  the  love  of  humble  hearts. 

2  Love  to  God,  and  to  our  neighbor, 

Makes  our  purest  happiness  ; 
Vain  the  wish,  the  care,  the  labor, 

Earth's  poor  trifles  to  possess. 
Swift  my  life's  vain  dreams  are  passing ; 

Like  the  startled  dove  they  fly ; 
Or  the  clouds  each  other  chasing, 

Over  yonder  quiet  sky. 

3  Father,  now  one  prayer  I  raise  thee  ; 

Give  an  humble,  grateful  heart ; 
Never  let  me  cease  to  praise  thee, — 

Never  from  thy  fear  depart. 
Then,  when  years  are  gather'd  o'er  me, 

And  the  world  is  sunk  in  shade, 
Heaven's  bright  realm  will  rise  before  me  ; 

There  my  treasure  will  be  laid. 

18. 
God  the  Creator.        c.  m. 

Litchfield.     Clarendon. 

1  I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, — 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day  : 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 


GOD.  19 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  form'd  the  creatures  by  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  There's  not  a  plant,  or  flower  below, 

But  make  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

19. 
God,  the  Creator.         s.  m. 

St.  Thomas.     Dover. 

1  How  wondrous  is  this  frame, 
As  I  its  parts  survey  ; 

These  hands,  these  feet,  this  body,  came 
But  from  a  mass  of  clay. 

2  And  in  this  fair  machine 
Dwells  an  immortal  mind, 

Placed  here  by  some  great  hand  unseen, 
For  some  great  end  designed. 

3  Before  thy  gracious  throne, 
Thou  condescending  Lord, 

1  bend  the  knee,  and  humbly  own 
Thy  name  should  be  adored. 

4  'Twas  thou  who  gav'st  me  breath, 
Who  bad'st  me  live  and  move  : 

O  may  I  bless  thy  name  till  death. 
Then  worship  thee  above. 


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20. 
Parental  Character  of  God.        s.  m. 

p.  58,  S.  S.  S.  B.    Shirland. 

1  My  Father !  cheering  name  ! 

0  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 

Give  me  the  humble  hope  to  claim 
A  portion  so  divine. 

2  This  can  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  fly : 

What  real  harm  can  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  thy  will  denies, 

1  calmly  would  resign ; 

For  thou  art  just,  and  good  and  wise: 

0  bend  my  will  to  thine  ! 

4  Thy  ways  are  little  known 
To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 

Yet  shall  my  soul,  believing,  own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 

5  My  Father  !  blissful  name  ! 
Above  expression  dear ! 

If  thou  accept  the  humble  claim, 

1  bid  adieu  to  fear. 

81. 

God,  our  Father.        l.  m. 

Hebron.     Evening  Hymn.     Wells- 
1     Great  God !  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 


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I  but  a  child,  and  thou  so  high, 
The  Lord  of  earth,  and  air,  and  sky  ! 

2  Art  thou  my  Father  ? — Let  me  be 
A  meek,  obedient  child  to  thee  ; 
And  try,  in  every  deed  and  thought, 
To  serve  and  please  thee  as  I  ought, 

3  Art  thou  my  Father  ? — I'll  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  friend  ; 
And  only  wish  to  do  and  be 
Whatever  seemeth  good  to  thee. 

4  Art  thou  my  Father  ? — Then,  at  last, 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down,  and  take  me,  in  thy  love, 
To  be  thy  better  child  above. 

22. 

Goodness  of  God,        l.  m. 

Shoel.  p.  16  and  45,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  Almighty  God,  by  thy  great  power 
I  hail  again  the  morning  hour  ; 

How  fair  the  green  fields  meet  my  eyes  ! 
How  sweet  the  birds  sing  in  the  skies  ! 

2  How  fresh  appear  the  hills  and  trees  ! 
And  oh  !  how  pure  the  morning  breeze  ! 
I  bless  thy  love  in  all  I  see, 

For,  were  not  these  things  made  for  me  ? 

3  Not  me  alone — for  thou  hast  given 
Thy  good  to  all  beneath  the  heaven  ; 
And  I  rejoice  that  others  share 

The  gift,  the  blessing,  and  the  prayer. 


22  GOD. 

4    And  though  a  child,  and  weak  I  be, 
I  yet  may  bend  myself  to  thee, 
And  join  my  feeble  voice  to  raise 
A  simple  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

23. 

Power  and  Goodness  of  God.        c.  m. 

Litchfield.    Medfield. 

1  Almighty  God!     Thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  I  see  ; 
O  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  my  thoughts  to  thee  ! 

2  If,  on  the  wings  of  morn,  I  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  my  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love  my  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  on  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, — 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

The  hand  of  God  I  see  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  I  receive, 
Ceaseless  proceed  from  thee. 

5  Jin  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  my  hopes  depend ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime5 
My  Father  and  my  Friend  ! 


GOD. 


23 


24. 
Mercy  and  Goodness  of  God.     s.  m. 

Shirland.     St.  Thomas, 

1  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  'Tis  he  forgives  my  sins  ; 
'Tis  he  relieves  my  pain  ; 

'Tis  he  that  heals  my  sicknesses, 
And  gives  me  strength  again. 

3  He  crowns  my  life  with  love, 
When  rescued  from  the  grave  ; 

He,  who  redeems  my  soul  from  death, 
From  every  ill  can  save. 

4  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  sufferers  rest; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  mercy  for  the  opprest. 

5  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 

But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

25. 

Goodness  of  God  in  his  Works.         c.  m. 

Medfield.     Clarendon. 

1     There's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 
Or  decks  the  lily  fair, 


24  GOD. 

Or  streaks  the  humblest  flower  that  grows, — 
But  God  has  placed  it  there. 

2  There's  not  of  grass  a  simple  blade, 

Or  leaf  of  lowliest  mien, 
Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  displayed, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  seen. 

3  There's  not  a  star,  whose  twinkling  light 

Illumes  the  spreading  earth  ; 
There's  not  a  cloud,  or  dark,  or  bright, 
But  mercy  gave  it  birth. 

4  Then  wake,  my  soul,  and  sing  his  name, 

And  all  his  praise  rehearse, 
Who  spread  abroad  earth's  glorious  frame, 
And  made  the  universe. 

26. 
Goodness  of  God.         c.  to. 

Peterboro'.     Arlington- 

1  Lord,  I  would  own  thy  tender  care, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me ; 
The  food  I  eat,  the  clothes  I  wear, 
Are  all  bestowed  by  thee. 

2  'Tis  thou  preservest  me  from  death 

And  dangers  every  hour: 
I  cannot  draw  another  breath, 
Unless  thou  giv'st  the  power. 

3  My  health,  and  friends,  and  parents  dear 

To  me  by  God  are  given ; 
I  have  not  any  blessings  here, 
But  what  are  sent  from  heaven. 


or, 


Such  goodness,  Lord,  and  constant  care, 

A  child  can  ne'er  repay  : 
Bat  may  it  be  my  daily  prayer, 

To  love  thee  and  obey. 

27. 

Goodness  of  God.    c.  m. 

Stevens,    p.  11,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 

From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  : 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 

23. 
God  is  Love.     8,  8,  6's  jv:. 

Ganges.     Athlone.     Rapture. 
O  God  !  thy  boundless  love  we  praise  ; 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze  ! 
How  sweetly  bloom  below  : 
3 


26  GOD. 

It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  forever  run, 
And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn. 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smiles  in  every  vale. 

4  But  in  thy  word  we  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine, 

Proclaiming  sins  forgiven  ; 
There  faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the  way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day, 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

5  Then  let  the  love,  that  makes  us  blest, 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  our  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude  : 
And  all  our  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee  our  Father  and  our  Friend, 

Our  soul's  eternal  good. 


GOD.  27 

29. 

Omnipresence  and  Omniscience  of  God,     c.  m. 

Pelerboro'.     Clarendon. 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  O,  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

4  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  sovereign  love. 

30. 
God  seeth  us.    l.  m. 

Hebron.     Uxbridge.     Duke-street* 

1  Among  the  deepest  shades  of  night, 
Can  there  be  one  who  sees  my  way  ? 
Yes  ;  God  is  like  the  shining  light, 
That  turns  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  every  eye  around  me  sleeps, 
May  I  not  sin  without  control  ? 


23 


No  ;  for  a  constant  watch  he  keeps 
On  every  thought  of  every  soul. 

If  I  could  find  some  cave  unknown, 
Where  human  feet  have  never  trod, 
Yet  there  I  could  not  be  alone  ; 
On  every  side,  there  would  be  God. 

He  smiles  in  heaven,  he  rules  in  hell ; 
He  fills  the  air,  the  earth,  the  sea: 
I  must  within  his  presence  dwell ; 
I  cannot  from  his  presence  flee. 

31. 
God  our  Preserver,     h.  m. 

Eethesda. 
To  heaven  I  lift  my  eyes  ; 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
He  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
Nor  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes, 
Which  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep, 
When  dangers  rise. 


COMING    OF    CHRIST.  29 

3    No  burning  heat  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air-, 
Shall  take  my  breath  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there. 
Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

Coming  of  Christ,     c.  m. 

Clarendon.     Christmas. 

1  Hark  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes  ! 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire, 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 


30 


COMING    OF    CHRIST. 


5    Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

33. 

The  Song  of  the  Angels.    8's  and  7's  m. 

Vesper  Hymn.     GreeiiYille. 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo !  the  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  ; 
'  Glory  in  the  highest, — glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! ' 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  : 
Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven  ; — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  '  Christ  is  born,  the  great  anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  ! 
O  receive,  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King.' 

5  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 

Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Spread  the  brightness  of  his  glory 
Till  it  covers  all  the  earth. 


BIRTH    OF    CHRIST.  31 

34. 

Birth  of  Christ,     c.  m. 

Clarendon.     Mediield. 
While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

'  Fear  not,'  said  he — for  mighty  dread 
Had  seized  their  troubled  mind — 

1  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

'  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 

'The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid.' 

Thus  spake  the  seraph>  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 

Address  their  joyful  song: 

1  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ! 
Good-will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 

Begin  and  never  cease.' 


32 


BIRTH    OF    CHRIST, 

35. 

Birth  of  Christ.    7's  and  6's  m. 

Missionary  Hymn.     p.  47,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

Hail  !  to  the  Lord's  anointed  I 

Great  David's  greater  son  ; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

Hts  reign  on  earth  begun. 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

Before  him  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  Peace  the  herald  go  ; 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 
For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 

O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All  blessing  and  all-blest. 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever  : 

That  name  to  us  is — Love  I 


TEACHINGS    OF    CHRIST.  33 

36. 

Teachings  of  Jesus,     l.  m. 

Uxbridge.     Hebron,     p.  45,  S.  S.  3.  B. 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way  ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  ■  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest! ' 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

37. 
Precepts  of  Jesus,     c.  n. 

Litchfield.     Stevens.     Medfield. 

1  Behold  where,  breathing  love  divine, 

Oar  dying  Master  stands  ; 
His  weeping  followers,  gathering  round, 
Receive  his  last  commands. 

2  From  that  mild  teacher's  parting  lips 

What  tender  accents  fell ! 
The  gentle  precept  which  he  gave, 
Became  its  author  well. 

3  ■  Blessed  is  the  man,  whose  softening  heart, 

Feels  all  another's  pain ; 


34  DIVINE    MISSION    OF    CHRIST. 

To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain. 

4  '  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth, 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

5  l  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  Lord, 

My  peace  to  him  I  give  ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

6  '  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown  ; 

And  mercy  from  above 
Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil 
The  perfect  law  of  love.' 

38. 
Christ  the  heavenly  Teacher,     c.  M. 

Brattle  St.     Mear.     p.  4,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  See  from  on  high  a  light  divine 

On  Jesus'  head  descend  ; 
And  hear  the  sacred  voice  from  heaven, 
That  bids  us  all  attend. 

2  '  This  is  my  well-beloved  Son,' 

Proclaimed  the  voice  divine  : 
c  Hear  him,'  his  heavenly  Father  said, 
'For  all  his  words  are  mine.' 

3  His  mission  thus  confirmed  from  heaven, 

The  great  Messiah  came, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  taught  to  man, 
In  God  his  Father's  name. 


EXAMPLE    OF    CHRIST.  35 

4    The  path  of  heavenly  peace  he  showed, 
That  leads  to  bliss  on  high, 
Where  all  his  faithful  followers  here 
Shall  live,  no  more  to  die. 

39. 

Example  of  Christ     c.  M. 

Mear.    Stevens. 

1  Behold  where  in  a  mortal  form 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ; 
The  virtues  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  'Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood  ; 
His  foes  ungrateful  sought  his  life  ; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, 
1  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ! ' 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide ; 

His  image  may  we  bear  ! 
O  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 


36  EXAMPLE    OF    CHRIST. 

40. 

Example  of  Christ,    l.  m. 

Duke  Street.     Rothwell. 

1  And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
Such  let  our  conversation  be, — 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life  ! 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 
How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  his  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  his  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight: 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright ! 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love: 
If  then  we  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Let  his  divine  example  move. 

6  O  may  we  then,  who  own  him  Lord, 
And  his  loved  name  on  earth  profess, 
By  all  our  words  and  actions  prove 
That  we  his  holy  mind  possess. 


EXAMPLE    OF    CHRIST.  37 

41. 

Example  of  Christ,     l.  m. 

Lutoa.     Uxbridge.     p.  45,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  When  in  my  heart  rise  angry  thoughts, 
And  on  my  tongue  are  words  unkind, 
With  what  strong  chains,  by  what  blest  art, 
Shall  I  my  wicked  temper  bind  ? 

2  How  shall  I  check  the  passion  fierce, 
My  youthful  bosom  finds  so  strong : 
Which  bids  me  utter  words  that  pierce, 
And  seek  to  do  my  brother  wrong  ; 

3  O  meek  and  peaceful  Jesus  !  then 
To  thee,  to  thee  my  soul  shall  turn  ; 
I  will  look  up  from  earth  and  men : 
To  copy  thee,  my  soul  shall  learn. 

4  Remembering  thee,  thou  gentle  one, 
How  mildly  thou  didst  bear  all  wrong, 
The  sin  of  anger  I  shall  shun, 

Nor  find  my  temper  stubborn  long. 

5  A  holy  spell  thy  name  shall  be, 
The  memory  of  thy  peaceful  life  ; 
And  I  will  straightway  think  of  thee, 
Whene'er  my  sins  would  rise  in  strife. 

42. 

Example  of  Christ,     l.  m. 

Hebron.     Luton. 
1     Father  of  our  exalted  Lord  !' 

I  read  my  duty  in  his  word  : 


38  EXAMPLE    OF     CHRIST. 

But  in  his  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Faithful  his  mission  to  fulfil ; 
Resigned  to  all  his  Father's  will ; 
His  love  and  meekness  how  divine ! 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  his  prayer ; 
The  desert  his  temptations  knew, 
His  conflicts  and  his  victory  too. 

4  He  is  my  pattern  ;  may  I  bear 
More  of  his  gracious  image  here ; 
Then  shall  I  find  my  humble  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

43. 

Example  of  Christ.     8  &  7's  m. 

Sicilian  Hymn.     p.  2,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord  and  Saviour, 

Once  became  a  child  like  me  ; 
O  that  in  my  whole  behavior 
He  my  pattern  still  may  be. 

2  If  my  feelings  are  not  holy, 

Pride  and  passion  dwell  within  ; 
But  the  Lord  was  meek  and  lowly, 
And  was  never  known  to  sin. 

3  While  I'm  often  vainly  trying 

Some  new  pleasure  to  possess, — 
He  was  always  self-denying, 
Patient  in  his  worst  distress. 


SUFFERINGS    OF    CHRIST.  39 

4    Lord,  assist  a  feeble  creature, 

Guide  me  by  thy  word  of  truth ; 
Condescend  to  be  my  teacher 
Through  my  childhood  and  my  youth. 

44. 

Sufferings  of  Christ,     c.  M. 

Stevens.    Medfield. 

1  With  warm  affection  let  us  view, 

With  pious  grief  improve, 
The  solemn  and  impressive  scene 
Of  Jesus'  dying  love. 

2  O  what  a  love  was  here  displayed — 

Beyond  our  utmost  thought! 
How  pure  the  lessons,  how  sublime 
In  life  and  death  he  taught ! 

3  Let  not  his  sacred  truths,  by  us 

Be  lost  or  misapplied  ; 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless  hearts  forget 
That  'twas  for  us  he  died. 

4  Let  all,  his  sacred  law  fulfil ; 

Like  his  be  every  mind  ; 
Be  every  temper  formed  by  love, 
And  every  action  kind. 

45. 

Death  of  Christ,     s.  M. 


Behold  the  amazing  sight, 
The  Saviour  lifted  high! 


Olmutz. 


40  RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

Behold  the  Son  of  God's  delight 
Expire  in  agony  ! 

2  For  whom,  for  whom,  my  heart, 
Were  all  these  sorrows  borne  ? 

Why  did  he  feel  that  piercing  smart, 
And  meet  that  various  scorn  ? 

3  For  love  of  us  he  bled, 
And  all  in  torture  died  ; 

'Twas  love  that  bowed  his  fainting  head, 
And  op'd  his  gushing  side. 

4  I  see,  and  I  adore, 
In  sympathy  of  love  ; 

I  feel  the  strong  attractive  power 
To  lift  my  soul  above. 

5  In  thee  our  hearts  unite, 
Nor  share  thy  griefs  alone, 

But  from  thy  cross  pursue  their  flight, 
To  thy  triumphant  throne. 

46. 

The  Resurrection  of  Christ,     s.  m. 

Shirland.    p.  58,  S.  S.  S. 

1  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ! 
And  are  the  tidings  true  ? 

Yes,  we  beheld  the  Saviour  bleed, 
And  saw  him  living  too. 

2  The  Lord  has  risen  indeed  ; 
Then  death  has  lost  his  prey: 

With  him  shall  rise  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 


ASCENSION    OF    CHRIST.  41 

3  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed: 
Attending  angels  hear ; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 
And  strike  each  joyful  chord  ; 

Join,  all  the  bright  celestial  choirs. 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord  ! 

47. 

Ascension  fo  Christ,     s.  m. 

Shirland.  >^S|»  Thomas . 

1  Jesus  ascends  on  high, 
And  sits  upon  his  throne  ; 

Angels  and  seraphs  round  him  fly, 
And  all  his  greatness  own: 

2  Yet  in  this  glorious  state 
The  human  soul  retains  ; 

Remembers  all  his  earthly  fate, 
And  pities  all  our  pains. 

3  Still  for  the  young  he  prays, 
And  blesses  them  above  ; 

'Forbid  them  not/  he  kindly  says, 
And  offers  them  his  love. 

4  His  heart  is  still  the  same  ; 
To  him  may  children  fly, 

His  gracious  promise  still  may  claim, 
And  on  his  word  rely. 
4 


42  INVITATION   OF   JESUS. 

48. 

Invitation  of  Jesus.    7s.  m. 

'Watchman,  tell  us,'  &c.  Alcester.  p.  51,  &  77,  S.  S.  S.  B- 

1  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come  and  make  my  paths  your  choice  : 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  ; 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come  ! 

2  Thou,  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Soon  may  bear  the  proud  world's  scorn : 
Ye,  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain : 

3  Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn, — 
Here  repose  your  heavy  care : 
A  wounded  spirit  who  can  bear  ? 

4  Sinner,  come  !  for  here  is  found  j 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest,  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

49. 

Invitation  of  Jesus,     s.  m. 

Shirland.     St.  Thomas. 

1  See  Israel's  Shepherd  stand, 
With  all-engaging  charms : 

See  how  he  takes  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  l  Permit  them  to  approach, 
Forbid  them  not,'  he  cried  ; 

'  Of  such  my  Father's  kingdom  is, 
And  such  with  him  abide.' 


GRATITUDE    FOR   THE    GOSPEL.  43 

O  like  this  little  flock, 
We  children  seek  his  face  ; 
And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

50. 
Gratitude  for  the  Gospel    l.  m. 

Portugal.     Shoel.    Hebron, 
We  sing  thy  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 
That  sent  the  Saviour  from  above, 
To  free  our  race  from  sin  and  wo, 
And  spread  thy  peace  and  truth  below. 

We  thank  thee  for  the  words  he  brought ; 
We  thank  thee  that  he  lived,  and  taught 
Frail  and  imperfect  man,  to  be 
In  humble  mode  resembling  thee. 

We  thank  thee  for  thy  gracious  care, 
That  kept  those  sacred  pages  fair 
Through  every  age,  whose  lines  record 
The  deeds  and  precepts  of  the  Lord. 

51. 

Gratitude  for  the   Gospel,     c.  m. 

Mear.     Clarendon.     Mediield. 
I  thank  the  goodness  and  the  grace, 

Which  on  my  birth  have  smiled, 
And  made  me  in  these  Christian  days 
A  free  and  happy  child. 

I  was  not  born,  as  millions  are, 
Where  God  was  never  known. 


44  REMEMBRANCE    OF    CHRIST. 

And  taught'to  pray  a  useless  prayer 
To  blocks  of  wood  and  stone. 

3  My  God !  I  thank  thee,  who  hast  planned 

A  better  lot  for  me, 
And  placed  me  in  this  happy  land, 
Where  I  may  hear  of  thee. 

4  Help  me  to  serve  thee  every  day, 

Whilst  thou  shall  give  me  breath; 
And  grant,  that  while  on  earth  I  stay, 
I  may  prepare  for  death. 

52. 
Remembrance  of  Christ,     c.  m. 

Stevens,     p.  4,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
T  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  : 
The  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 

And  not  remember  thee  ? 


4    When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
And  rest  on  Calvary, 
Oh  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice  ! 
I  must  remember  thee  : 


THE    BIBLE. 


45 


Remember  thee  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  for  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 

Will  I  remember  thee. 

And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 

Thou  wilt  remember  me. 

53. 

The  Bible,     c.  m. 

Mear.     Clarendon. 
Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Treasures  beyond  what  earth  can  grant, 

And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

Our  study  and  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  we  see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 


46  THE    BIBLE. 

5    Divine  Instructer,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  us  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  our  Saviour  here. 

54. 

The  Bible.    8  &  7's  m. 

Greenville.     Sicilian  Hymn. 

1  Oh  !  my  Father,  what  a  treasure 

I  possess  in  thy  dear  word  ; 
There  Tread  with  holy  pleasure 
Of  the  love  of  Christ  my  Lord. 

2  That  blest  word  reveals  the  Saviour 

All  his  children  deeply  need  ; 
Oh !  what  mercy,  love  and  favor, 
That  for  sinners  Christ  should  bleed. 

3  Oh!  the  blessedness  of  knowing 

Christ  the  tender  Saviour's  love, 
Freely  on  a  child  bestowing 
Grace  and  mercy  from  above. 

4  May  that  Book  be  ever  prized 

Far  above  my  earthly  toys  ; 
All  beside  should  be  despised, 
While  we  seek  its  heaven-born  joys. 

55. 

The  Bible,     c.  m. 

Litchfield.     Medfield 

1     Great  God  !  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
On  all  thy  works  I  look ; 


THE    BIBLE. 

But  still  thy  wisdom,  power  and  grace 
Shines  brightest  in  thy  Book. 

2  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid ; 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies ; 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 

And  hence  my  hopes  arise. 

3  Lord,  from  this  Gospel  may  I  draw, 

The  knowledge  of  thy  will: 
Give  me  to  understand  thy  law, 
And  all  that  law  fulfil. 

4  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died, 

To  save  my  soul  from  sin  : 
Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside 
Can  give  me  peace  within. 

5  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 

And  take  a  fresh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  those  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 

56. 
The  Bible,    l.  m. 

Hebron.    Portugal.     She 
1     God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known ; 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 


2 


Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts 
To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts  ; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live  ; 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 


48  THE   BIBLE. 

3  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls  ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  to  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

4  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye, 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

57. 

The  Bible,     c.  m. 

Peterboro.'     Mear. 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 

Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 

To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find. 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth  ; 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 


BIBLE.       EARLY    PIETY.  49 

58. 

The  Success  of  the   Bible,     c.  m. 

Medfield.     Clarendon 

1  Thy  gracious  aid,  great  God,  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  success ; 
Write  all  its  precepts  on  the  heart, 
And  deep  its  truths  impress. 

2  O  speed  our  progress  in  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high, 
Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

59. 
Early  Piety,     cm. 

Medfield.     Stereos. 

1  In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 

In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait 
Its  summons  to  the  tomb  : 

2  Remember  thy  Creator,  God ! 

For  him  thy  powers  employ  ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
Thy  confidence,  thy  joy. 

3  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  course 

Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shore 
Of  bless'd  eternity. 

4  Then  seek  the  Lord  betimes,  and  choose 

The  path  of  heavenly  truth : 
5 


;>0  EARLY   PIETY. 

The  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 
Than  a  religious  youth. 

60. 
Early  Piety,    s.  m. 

Shirland.     Doter 
1     Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 


The  follies  of  our  mind 

Be  banished  from  this  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  designed 

To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  the  Lord  ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 

Should  sound  his  praise  abroad. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  fear  put  by  ; 
We  're  marching  through  Emanuel's  ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

61. 

Early  Piety,     c.  m. 

Brattle  St.  Clarendon. 
How  happy  is  the  child  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice  ; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 


EARLY    PIETY. 


51 


Wisdom  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 

Than  is  the  gain  of  gold. 

She  guides  the  young,  with  innocence 

In  pleasures  path  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 

Upon  the  hoary  head. 

According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

62. 

Early  Piety,     c.  M. 

Mear.     Clarendon. 
When  children  give  their  hearts  to  God, 

'Tis  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flower  when  offered  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

'Tis  better  far,  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes  ; 
For  sinners,  who  grow  old  in  sin, 

Are  hardened  by  their  crimes. 

It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young; 
Grace  will  preserve  our  following  years, 

And  make  our  virtues  strong. 

To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 
May  we  our  hearts  resign  ; 


52  EARLY   PIETY. 

'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see, 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

5    Let  the  sweet  work  of  prayer  and  praise 
Employ  our  youngest  breath  ; 
Thus  we  're  prepared  fo;  longer  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 

63. 

Example  of  early  Piety,     h.  m. 

Bethesda. 

1  When  litte  Samuel  woke, 

And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 
At  every  word  he  spoke, 

How  much  did  he  rejoice  : 
O  blessed  happy  child,  to  find 
The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind. 

2  If  God  would  speak  to  me, 

And  say  he  was  my  friend, 
How  happy  should  I  be, 

Oh,  how  would  I  attend ; 
The  smallest  sin  I  then  would  fear, 
If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

3  And  does  he  never  speak? 

O  yes  ;  for  in  his  word 
He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  that  Samuel  heard. 
In  almost  every  page  I  see 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

4  Like  Samuel  let  me  say, 

Whene'er  I  read  his  word, 


EARLY   PIETY.  53 

"  Speak,  Lord,  I  would  obey 

The  voice  that  Samuel  heard  :  " 
And  when  I  in  this  place  appear, 
"  Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear." 

64. 

Invitation  to  early  Piety.     7's  m. 
*  Watchman,  tell  us,5  &c.   Alcester.  p.  77,  &  22,  S.  S.  S.B. 

1  "  Little  children,  come  to  me:" 

This  is  what  the  Saviour  said  ; 
Little  children,  come  and  see 

Where  those  blessed  words  are  read. 

2  Thus  ye  hear  the  Saviour  speak, 

"  Come  ye  all,  and  learn  of  me  : 
I  am  gentle,  lowly,  meek  ;" 
So  should  little  children  be. 

3  When  our  Saviour  from  above 

From  his  Father  did  descend, 
Taken  in  his  arms  of  love, 

Children  saw  in  him  their  friend. 

4  Jesus  little  children  blest: 

Blest  in  innocence  they  are  : 
Little  children,  thus  caressed, 
Praise  him  in  your  infant  prayer ! 

65. 

Devotion,     c.  m. 

Brattle  Street. 
1     Whilst  Thee  we  seek,  protecting  Power! 
Be  our  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 


54 


And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  ; 

To  thee  our  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  our  lives  has  flowed  ; 

That  mercy  we  adore. 

In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  we  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  our  souls  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 

In  every  joy  that  crowns  our  days, 

In  every  pain  we  bear, 
Our  hearts  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

When  gladness  wings  our  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  our  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

Our  souls  shall  meet  thy  will. 

Our  lifted  eyes  without  a  tear 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  : 
Our  steadfast  hearts  shall  know  no  fear  ; 

Those  hearts  shall  rest  on  thee  ! 

66. 
The  Lord's  Prayer,     s.  m. 

St.  Thomas.     Shirland. 
Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now  : 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near : 
To  thee,  all  nations  bow. 


55 


2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphims  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While  by  thy  word  we  live  ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power 

Our  feeble  hearts  defend  ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine,  then,  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine  ; 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 

67. 
Prayer,     c.  m. 

Medfield.     Clarendon.     Arlington. 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 

U  fluttered  or  expressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  glows  within  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  the  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  j 


56 


Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  ears  of  God  on  high. 

4    Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death ; 
He  enters  heaven  by  prayer. 

^ 68. 

Prayer,     c.  m. 

Pratch  St.     Mear. 

1  When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 

As  I  am  taught  to  do, 
God  will  not  answer  what  I  say, 
Unless  I  feel  it  too. 

2  Some  idle  play,  or  childish  toy, 

Can  send  my  thoughts  abroad  ; 
Though  it  should  be  my  greatest  joy 
To  love  and  seek  the  Lord. 

3  Oh,  let  me  never,  never  dare 

To  act  the  trifler's  part, 
Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer, 
Which  comes  not  from  the  heart. 

4  But  if  I  make  his  ways  my  choice, 

As  holy  children  do, 
Then  while  I  seek  him  with  my  voice  ; 
My  heart  will  love  him  too. 

69. 

Prayer,     c.  m. 

Stevens,     p.  4,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
1     What  shall  we  ask  of  God  in  prayer  ? 
Whatever  good  we  want ; 


57 


Whatever  man  may  seek  to  share, 
Or  God  in  wisdom  grant. 

2  Father  of  all  our  mercies, — thou, 

In  whom  we  move  and  live, 
Hear  us  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling,  now, 
And  answer  and  forgive. 

3  When  harassed  by  ten  thousand  foes, 

Our  helplessness  we  feel, 

O  give  the  weary  soul  repose  ; 

The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  When  dire  temptations  gather  round, 

And  threaten  or  allure, 
By  storm  or  calm,  in  thee  be  found 
A  refuge  strong  and  sure. 

5  When  age  advances,  may  we  grow 

In  faith,  in  hope  and  love ; 
And  walk  in  holiness  below 
To  holiness  above. 

70. 
Prayer.     7  &  6's  m. 

Missionary  Hymn.     p.  6,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1     Go,  when  the  morning  shineth, 

Go,  when  the  moon  is  bright, 
Go,  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go,  in  the  hush  of  night ; 
Go,  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And,  in  thy  chamber  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 


58  PRATER. 

2  Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee  ; 
Pray  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be  : 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  link  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Or,  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee, 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way  ; 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing, 

Thy  spirit  rais'd  above, 
Will  reach  His  throne  of  glory, 

Who  is  Mercy,  Truth,  and  Love. 

4  Oh  !  not  a  joy  nor  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare, 
The  power  that  he  hath  given  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer  ! 
Whene'er  thou  pin'st  in  sadness, 

Before  his  footstool  fall, 
Remember,  in  thy  gladness, 

His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 


71. 

Prayer  for   Wisdom,     c.  m. 

Brattle  St.     Medfield. 
1     Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer 
To  thee  our  souls  we  lift ; 


PRAYER. 


6S 


Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift. 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth 

Along  our  path  to  flow  ; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below. 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away  ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  nor  power, 
Lest  we  should  go  astray. 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom  : — Lord,  impart 

The  knowledge  how  to  live  ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  thee  give. 

5  The  young  remember  thee  in  youth, 

Before  the  evil  days  ! 
The  old  be  guided  by  thy  truth 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways  ! 

72. 
Prayer  for    Guidance,     c.  m. 

Stevens,     p.  4,  S.  S.  S.  B, 

1  Soon  as  my  youthful  lips  can  speak 

Their  feeble  prayer  to  thee, 

O  let  my  heart  thy  favor  seek  ; 

Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  From  every  sin  that  wounds  the  heart 

May  I  be  tauo-ht  to  flee  ; 
Oh!  bid  them  all  from  me  depart; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me, 


60 


When,  with  life's  heavy  load  opprest, 

I  bend  the  trembling-  knee, 
Then  give  my  troubled  spirit  rest  ; 

Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

Oh !  let  me  on  the  bed  of  death 

Thy  great  salvation  see, 
And  pray  with  my  expiring  breath, 

Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

73. 
Prayer  for  Guidance,     l.  m. 

Luton.     Old  Hundred. 
Great  God  !  our  Father  and  our  Friend, 
On  whom  we  cast  our  constant  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  we  depend, 
To  thee  we  raise  our  humble  prayer. 

Endue  us  with  a  holy  fear  ; 
The  frailty  of  our  hearts  reveal  : 
Sin  and  its  snares  are  always  near — 
Thee  may  we  always  nearer  feel. 

Oh!  that  to  thee  each  constant  mind 
May  with  a  steadfast  love  aspire  ; 
And  each  the  earliest  motion  find, 
And  check  the  rise  of  wrong  desire. 

Oh!  that  our  watchful  souls  may  fly 
The  first  perceived  approach  of  sin  ; 
Look  up  to  thee  when  danger's  nigh, 
And  feel  thy  fear  control  within. 

Search,  gracious  God  !  each  inmost  heart; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  us  free  ; 


PRAYER.  61 

Thy  light  and  truth  and  peace  impart, 
And  guide  us  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 

74. 
Prayer  for  Guidance.         s.  m. 

St.  Thomas.    Shirland. 
Now  in  my  early  days, 
Teach  me  thy  will  to  know: 
O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
On  me,  thy  child,  bestow. 

Make  an  unguarded  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 
Strengthen  by  power  divine  ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

O  let  thy  word  of  grace 
My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  future  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 

To  what  thy  laws  impart, 
Be  my  whole  soul  inclin'd ; 
O!  let  them  dwell  within  my  heart, 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 

May  thy  young  servant  learn 
By  these  to  cleanse  his  way  ; 
And  may  I  here  the  path  discern 
That  leads  to  endless  day. 


62 


75. 

Prayer  for  Guidance.         s.  m. 

Shirland.     Olmutz 
O  God  !  our  strength  !  our  hope ! 
On  thee  we  cast  our  care  ; 
With  humble  confidence  look  up 
To  thee  who  hearest  prayer: 

Grant  us  on  thee  to  wait, 
The  work  assigned  fulfil ; 
O  may  it  all  our  powers  engage 
To  do  our  Father's  will. 

Grant  us  a  sober  mind, 
A  quick  discerning  eye, 
The  first  approach  of  sin  to  find, 
And  all  temptations  fly. 

A  spirit  still  prepared, 
And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

Thy  will  may  we  pursue  ; 
To  thee  in  all  things  rise  ; 
And  all  we  think,  and  say,  and  do, 
Be  one  great  sacrifice. 

Fill  us  with  godly  frar, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  oh !  thy  servants,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give. 


PE>*ITE>'CE. 


63 


76. 

Penitence.         7's  m. 

■  Watchman,  tell  us,'  &c.  p.  25,  S.  S.  S.  B.  Pleyel'sHymn. 

1  God  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 

Hear  our  sad  repentant  song  ; 
Sorrow  dwells  on  every  face, 
Penitence  on  every  tongue. 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted,  time  mispent ; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent: 

3  Foolish  fears,  and  fond  desires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain. 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 

Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 

Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs  ; 
O  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  all  praise  belongs, 

77. 

General  Praise.         7's  m. 

c-  Watchman,  tell  us,'  &c.     Greenville,     p.    54,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1     Praise  to  God  ;  oh!  let  us  raise 
From  our  hearts  a  song  of  praise  ; 


64  PRAISE. 

Of  that  goodness  let  us  sing, 

Whence  our  lives  and  blessings  spring. 

2  Praise  to  Him  who  made  the  light, 
Praise  to  Him  who  gave  us  sight! 
Praise  to  Him  who  formed  the  ear: 
He  our  humble  praise  will  hear. 

3  Praise  Him  for  our  happy  hours  ; 
Praise  Him  for  our  varied  powers ; 
For  these  thoughts  that  soar  above  ; 
For  these  hearts  he  made  for  love  ; 

^Ar-  For  the  voice  he  placed  within, 
Bearing  witness  when  we  sin  : 
Praise  to  Him  whose  tender  care 
Keeps  the  watchful  guardian  there  ! 

5    Praise  the  mercy  that  did  send; 
Jesus  for  our  guide  and  friend: 
Praise  Him,  every  heart  and  voice, 
Him  who  makes  the  world  rejoice. 

78. 

Praise,        7's  m. 

1  Watchman,  tell  us,'  &c.     Alcester.    p.  64,  S.  S.  S.  B- 

1  Glory  to  our  heavenly  King ! 
Bounteous  Parent!  thee  we  sing; 
Gratitude  the  strain  inspires, 
Humble  hopes,  sincere  desires. 

2  God  of  glory  !  God  of  love  ! 
Lord  of  all  the  worlds  above  ! 
Thee  we  bless  for  daily  food ; 
Thee  we  bless  for  every  good. 


PRAISE.  65 


More  than  all,  we  praise  thee,  Lord, 
For  the  blessings  of  thy  word  ; 
For  the  tidings  Jesus  brought, 
For  the  precepts  Jesus  taught. 

Gracious  Father  !  Heavenly  King  ! 
Feeble  lips  presume  to  sing ; 
Infant  voices  humbly  raise 
Grateful,  fervent  songs  of  praise. 


79. 
Praise.        c.  p.  m. 

Ganges.     Athlonc.     Rapture, 
Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay  ; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey  ; 
And  praise  the  Almighty's  name  : 
Lo !  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  the  inspiring  theme. 

Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows,  rise, 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies; 

Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll : 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air. 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing, 
Ye  cheerful  warblers  of  the  spring  : 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shaped  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipt  your  glittering  wings  with  gold,  , 

And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 
6 


66  PRAISE. 

4    Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
The  feeling-  heart,  the  reasoning  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  broad  arch  repeat  the  sound. 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 

80. 
Praise.        7's  m. 
*  Watchman,  tell  us,'  &c.  Alcester.  p.  52  &  54,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  Heavenly  Father!  mighty  Lord! 
Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail : 
Hail!  celestial  goodness,  hail! 

2  Though  unworthy  of  thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  ordained  on  earth  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  ; 
Till  we  come  to  dwell  with  thee, 
And  thy  glorious  greatness  see. 

4  Then,  with  angel  harps,  again 
Let  us  wake  a  nobler  strain  : 
Then,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
Our  triumphant  voices  raise. 

5  There,  no  tongue  shall  silent  be  ; 
All  shall  join  in  harmony  ; 

That,  through  heaven's  capacious  round, 
Praise  to  thee  may  ever  sound. 


PRAISE. 


67 


6    Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail : 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  ! 
Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 

81. 
Praise  to   God.         l.  m. 

Portugal.     Shoel. 

1  Great  God,  to  thee  my  voice  I  raise  ; 

To  thee  my  youngest  hours  belong  : 
I  would  begin  my  life  with  praise, 
Till  growing  years  improve  the  song. 

2  'Tis  to  thy  sovereign  grace  I  owe 

That  I  was  born  on  Christian  ground, 
Where  streams  of  heavenly  mercy  flow, 
And  words  of  sweet  salvation  sound. 

3  Thy  glorious  promises,  O  Lord  ! 

Kindle  my  hopes  and  my  desire  : 
I  rest  my  faith  upon  that  word, 
Which  bids  my  soul  to  heaven  aspire. 

4  Thy  praise  shall  still  employ  my  breath, 

Since  thou  hast  marked  my  way  to  heaven ; 
Nor  let  me  run  the  road  to  death, 

And  waste  the  blessing  thou  hast  given, 

82. 
Universal  Praise.        h,  m. 

Bethesda. 
1     Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 


68  FAITH. 

Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light 

Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 
With  stars  of  twinkling  light: 
His  power  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love. 
While  earth  and  sky 
Attempt  his  praise, 
His  saints  shall  raise 
His  honors  high. 

83. 
Faith.        l.  m. 

Shoel.     Roth  well. 

1  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night: 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 


TRUST    IN    GOD.  69 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  flies, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray  ; 
Though  lions  roar,  or  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  house,  to  walk  with  God ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

84. 
Trust  in  God,     l.  m. 

Portugal.     Rothwell.     Hebron, 

1  When  love  divine,  in  human  form, 
Hushed  into  peace  the  raging  storm, 
In  soothing  accents,  Jesus  said, 

"  Lo !  it  is  I — be  not  afraid/' 

2  So,  when  in  silence  nature  sleeps, 
And  his  lone  watch  the  mourner  keeps, 
This  thought  shall  every  fear  remove, — 
Trust,  feeble  man,  thy  Maker's  love. 

3  God  calms  the  tumult  and  the  storm ; 
He  rules  the  seraph  and  the  worm  ; 
No  creature  is  by  him  forgot, 

Of  those  who  know  or  know  him  not. 

4  And  when  the  last  dread  hour  shall  come, 
And  shuddering  nature  waits  her  doom, 
This  voice  shall  wake  the  pious  dead — 

"  Lo  !  it  is  I — be  not  afraid." 


70  trust  irr  god. 


85. 
Trust  in  God.        c.  m. 

Medfield.     Christmas.     Clarendon. 

1  Now  that  my  journey's  just  begun, 

My  road  so  little  trod, 
I'll  come,  before  I  further  run, 
And  give  myself  to  God. 

2  What  sorrows  may  my  steps  attend, 

I  never  can  foretell ; 
But,  if  the  Lord  will  be  my  friend, 
I  know  that  all  is  well. 

3  If  all  my  earthly  friends  should  die, 

And  leave  me  mourning  here, 
Since  God  can  hear  the  orphan's  cry, 
O,  what  have  I  to  fear  r 

4  If  I  am  poor,  he  can  supply, 

Who  has  my  table  spread  ; 
Who  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry, 
And  fills  his  poor  with  bread* 

5  If  I  am  rich,  he'll  guard  my  heart, 

Temptation  to  withstand ; 

And  make  me  willing  to  impart 

The  bounties  of  his  hand. 

S    But,  Lord,  whatever  grief  or  ill 
For  me  may  be  in  store, 
Make  me  submissive  to  thy  will, 
And  I  would  ask  no  more. 


CHRISTIAN   LOVE.  71 

86. 

Christian  Love.        l.  m. 

Shoel.     Evening  Hyrao, 

1  The  God  of  heaven  is  pleased  to  see 
*  A  little  family  agree  ; 

And  will  not  slight  the  praise  they  bring, 
When  loving  children  join  to  sing. 

2  For  love  and  kindness  please  him  more 
Than  if  we  give  him  all  our  store ; 
And  children  here,  who  dwell  in  love, 
Are  like  his  happy  ones  above. 

3  Great  God  !  forgive,  whenever  we 
Forget  thy  will,  and  disagree  ; 
And  grant  that  each  of  us  may  find 
The  sweet  delight  of  beinor  kind. 

87. 

Christian  Love.        c.  m. 

Medfield.     Christsnaj 

1  Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast: 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge — alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 
Our  stubborn  sin3  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  Th  is  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 


72 


CHRISTIAN   LOVE. 

Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 

To  see  our  gracious  God. 

88. 
Christian  Love.        c.  m. 

Stevens,     p.  4,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word. 

O  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part : 
May  sorrow  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 

And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

Free  us  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride ; 

Our  wishes  fix  above  : 
May  each  his  brother's  failings  hide, 

And  show  a  brother's  love. 

Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream 

Through  every  bosom  flow  ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 

In  every  action  glow. 

Love  is  the  golden  chain,  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he  's  an  heir  to  heaven,  that  finds 

His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


VIRTUE.       CHARITY. 


73 


89. 
Virtue,     c.  p.  m.  or  8,  8,  6's  m. 

Ganges.     Aithlone. 
1    Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here, 

To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

With  loving  gratitude : 
Superior  sense  may  I  display. 
By  shunning  every  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good. 

I    O  may  I  still  from  sin  depart ! 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Father,  to  me  be  given  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know, 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 
And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 

90. 

Charity.     75s  m. 

;  Watchman,  tell  us,'  &c.  Alcester.  p.  22  &  52.  S.  S.  S.  B. 

L     Lord,  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 
At  thine  alter  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring, 
Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  ; 

\    Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 
By  the  melting  eye  expressed ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control, 
Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast : 

\    Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor ; 
7 


74 


CHARITY. 


Love,  embracing  all  our  kind, 
Charity,  with  liberal  store. 

4    Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King? 
Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind ; 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 
Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 

91. 

Charity.        c.  m. 

Brattle  St.    Stevens. 

1  Far  from  thy  servants,  God  of  grace, 

The  unfeeling  heart  remove  ; 
And  form,  in  our  obedient  souls. 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

The  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  wo ! 

3  Where'er  the  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel- 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  O  be  the  law  of  love  fulfilled 

In  every  act  and  thought ; 
Each  angry  passion  far  removed, 
Each  selfish  view  forgot. 

5  Be  thou,  my  heart,  dilated  v/ide 

With  this  kind  social  grace, 
And  in  one  grasp  of  fervent  love 
All  heaven  and  earth  embrace. 


BENEFICENCE.  75 

92. 
Beneficence.        8,  8,  6's  iff. 

Ganges.    Rapture. 
1     Father  divine  !  joys  ever  new, 
While  thy  kind  dictates  we  pursue, 

Our  souls  delighted  share  ; 
Too  high  for  sordid  minds  to  know, 
Who  on  themselves  alone  bestow 
Their  wishes  and  their  care. 

2  By  thee  inspired,  the  generous  breast, 
In  blessing  others  only  blessed, 

With  kindness  large  and  free, 
Delights  the  widow's  tears  to  stay, 
To  teach  the  blind  the  smoothest  way, 

And  aid  the  feeble  knee. 

3  O  God  !  with  sympathetic  care, 
In  other's  joys  and  griefs  to  share, 

Do  thou  our  hearts  incline  ; 
Each  low  and  selfish  wish  control, 
Warm  with  benevolence  the  soul, 

And  make  us  wholly  thine. 

93. 
Forgiveness  of  Jn juries.         c.  m. 

Medfield.     Peterboro,' 
1    When  for  some  little  insult  given, 
My  angry  passions  rise, 
I'll  think  how  Jesus  came  from  heaven, 
And  bore  his  injuries. 


76 


GRATITUDE. 


2  He  was  insulted  every  day, 

Though  all  his  words  were  kind  : 
But  nothing  men  could  do  or  say, 
Disturbed  his  heavenly  mind. 

3  Not  all  the  wicked  scoffs  he  heard 

Against  the  truths  he  taught, 
Excited  one  reviling  word, 
Or  one  revengeful  thought. 

4  And  when  upon  the  cross  he  bled, 

With  all  his  foes  in  view, — 
"  Father,  forgive  their  sins,"  he  said ; 
"  They  know  not  what  they  do." 

5  Dear  Jesus,  may  I  learn  of  thee 

My  temper  to  amend ; 
And  speak  the  pardoning  word  for  me, 
Whenever  I  offend. 

94. 
Gratitude.         s.  m. 

Shirland.     Olmatz. 

1  My  Maker  and  my  king  ! 

To  thee  my  all  I  owe : 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring, 
Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

2  Thou  ever  good  and  kind  ! 

A  thousand  reasons  move, 

A  thousand  obligations  bind 

My  heart  to  grateful  love. 


GRATITUDE. 


n 


Thy  goodness,  like  the  sun, 

Dawned  on  my  early  days, 
Ere  infant  reason  had  begun 

To  form  my  lips  to  praise. 

The  creature  of  thy  hand, 

On  thee  alone  I  live  : 
My  God  !  thy  benefits  demand 

More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

O  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine  ; 
Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 

And  all  my  days  be  thine. 

95. 
Gratitude.     8,  8,  6's  m. 

Ganges.     Aithlone. 
Great  Source  of  unexhausted  good! 
Who  giv'st  us  health,  and  friends,  and  food, 

And  peace,  and  calm  content ; 
Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies, 
Let  songs  of  grateful  praises  rise, 
For  all  thy  blessings  lent. 

Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 
Thy  providence  attends  our  way, 

To  guard  us  and  to  guide ; 
Thy  grace  directs  our  wandering  will, 
And  warns  us,  lest  seducing  ill 

Allure  our  souls  aside. 


78  RESIGNATION. 

3  Thy  smiles,  with  a  reviving  light, 
Cheer  the  long,  darksome  hours  of  night, 

And  gild  the  thickest  gloom  ; 
Thy  watchful  love  around  our  bed 
Doth  softly  like  a  curtain  spread, 

And  guard  the  peaceful  room. 

4  To  thee  our  lives,  our  all  we  owe, 
Our  peace,  and  sweetest  joys  below, 

And  brighter  hopes  above  ; 
Then  let  our  lives,  and  all  that's  ours, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  active  powers, 

Be  sacred  to  thy  love. 

5  Thus,  gracious  Father!  thee  we  praise  ; 
And  while  our  feeble  songs  we  raise 

To  bless  thee  and  adore, 
Some  spark  of  heavenly  fire  impart, 
And  teach  each  humble,  grateful  heart, 

To  bless  and  love  thee  more. 

96. 
Resignation.         c.  m. 

Stevens,     p.  4,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

To  God  the  Holy  One  ; 
With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 
O  God  !  thy  will  be  done. 

2  We  in  these  sacred  words  can  find 

A  cure  for  every  ill ; 
They  calm  and  soothe  the  troubled  mind. 
And  bid  all  care  be  still. 


RESIGNATION.  79 

3  O  let  that  will,  which  gave  me  breath 

And  an  immortal  soul, 
In  joy  or  grief,  in  life  or  death, 
My  every  wish  control. 

4  O  teach  my  heart  the  blessed  way 

To  imitate  thy  Son  ! 
Teach  me,  O  God,  in  truth  to  pray, 
u  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 

97. 

Resignation.        c.  m. 

Stevens,     p.  4,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one, 

When  I  am  wholly  thine, 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  Almighty,  and  All-good! 

In  thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways  unknown,  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  I  remember  that  to  thee, 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe  ; 
And  back  in  gratitude  from  me 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No  :  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
li  The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 


80 


MEEKNESS. 

98. 
Meekness.        s.  m. 

Shirland.    St.  Thomas. 
u  Blest  are  the  meek,"  he  said, 

Whose  doctrine  is  divine  ; 
The  humble-minded,  earth  possess, 
And  bright  in  heaven  will  shine. 

While  here  on  earth  they  stay, 
Calm  peace  with  them  shall  dwell, 

And  cheerful  hope,  and  heavenly  joy, 
Beyond  what  tongue  can  tell. 

No  angry  passions  move, 

No  envy  fires  the  breast ; 
The  prospect  of  eternal  peace 

Bids  every  trouble  rest. 

Oh  gracious  Father !  grant 

That  we  this  influence  feel, 
That  all  we  hope,  or  wish,  may  be 

Subjected  to  thy  will. 


99. 
Humility.    7's  m. 
Alcester.        p.  2,  &  52,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
In  a  modest  humble  mind 

God  himself  will  take  delight; 
But  the  proud  and  haughty  find 
They  are  hateful  in  his  sight. 

Jesus  Christ  was  meek  and  mild, 
And  no  angry  thoughts  allowed : 


81 


0  shall  then  a  little  child 
Dare  to  be  perverse  and  proud  ? 

3  This  indeed  should  never  be  : 

Lord,  forbid  it,  we  entreat : 
Grant  that  all  may  learn  of  thee, 
That  humility  is  sweet. 

4  Make  it  shine  in  every  part : 

Fill  us  with  this  heavenly  grace ; 
For  the  youngest,  tender  heart, 
Surely  is  its  proper  place. 

100. 
Life.        p.  m. 

p.  23  S.  S.  S.  B, 

1  Say  what  is  life  ?     Tis  like  a  flower, 

That  blossoms, — then  is  gone  ; 
We  see  it  flourish  for  an  hour, 

With  every  beauty  crowned. 
But  death  now  comes,  a  wintry  day, 
And  cuts  the  lovely  flower  away. 

2  And  what  is  life?  like  yonder  bow, 

That  spans  the  arch  on  high  ; 
We  love  To  see  its  colors  glow  ; 

But  soon  they  fade  and  die : 
Life  fades  as  soon — to-day  'tis  here, 
The  morrow  sees  it  disappear. 

3  And  is  this  life  ?     Oh  spend  it  here, 

In  duty,  praise  and  prayer; 
Then  whether  long  or  short  it  be, 
We'll  feel  no  anxious  care : 


82  LIFE. 

Knowing  eternity  will  last, 

When  life,  and  even  death,  are  past. 

101. 

Life.         s.  m. 

Olmutz.     Dover. 

1  Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece, 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

3  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

4  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea: 
Soon  shall  we  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity.    .___ ■ — 

102. 
Life.         c.  m. 

Mear.     Brattle  St, 
1     Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 
Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confess,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 
What  feeble  things  we  are, 


83 


2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  who  made  us  first ; 

Salvation  to  the  Almighty  Name, 

That  reared  us  from  the  dust. 

5  While  we  have  breath,  or  use  our  tongues, 

Our  maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 

103. 
Time.        8's  &   ll's  m. 

Dwight.    p.  9,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  A  minute,  how  soon  it  is  flown  ! 

And  yet  how  important  it  is ! 
God  calls  every  moment  his  own, 

For  all  our  existence  is  his  : 
And  though  we  may  waste  them  in  folly  and  play 
He  notices  each  that  we  squander  away. 

2  We  should  not  a  minute  despise, 

Although  it  so  quickly  is  o'er  > 


84  TIME. 

We  know  that  it  rapidly  flies, 

And  therefore  should  prize  it  the  more. 
Another  indeed,  may  appear  in  its  stead, 
But  that  precious  minute  forever  is  fled. 

3     'Tis  easy  to  squander  our  years 
In  idleness,  folly  and  strife  ! 
But  oh  !  no  repentance  nor  tears 

Can  bring  back  one  moment  of  life. 
Then  wisely  improve  all  of  time  as  it  goes, 
And  life  will  be  happy,  and  peaceful  the  close. 

104. 
Time.         7's  m. 

Benevento.     p.  28,  S.  S.  S. 

1  See,  another  week  is  goneJL    ' 

Quickly  have  the  miniues  past : 
That  we  enter  now  upon^7 

May,  to  some  here,  prove  the  last ; 
Mercy  hitherto  has  spared  ; 

But  have  mercies  been  improved? 
Let  us  ask,  are  we  prepared, 

Should  we  be  this  week  removed? 

2  Some,  we  now  no  longer  see,  ^O 

Who  their  mortal  race  have  run,  {_  ^ 
Seemed  as  fair  for  life  as  we, 

When  the  former  week  begun. 
While  we  pray  and  while  we  hear, 

Help  us,  Lord,  each  one  to  think 
Vast  eternity  is  near, 

I  am  standing  on  the  brink! 


DEATH.  85 

3    If  from  guilt  and  sin  we're  free, 

By  the  knowledge  of  thy  grace, 
Welcome  then  the  call  will  be 

To  depart  and  see  thy  face  : 
To  the  good,  while  here  below, 

With  new  days,  new  mercies  come  ; 
But  the  happiest  day  they  know, 

Is  their  last,  which  leads  them  home. 

105. 

Death,     l.  m. 

Wells.     Rothweli, 

1  How  blest  the  righteous,  when  he  dies  ! 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest; 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast  I 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er, 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 


86  DEATH. 

106. 

Death,     ll's  m. 
Scotland.     Portuguese  Hymn.     Hinton. 

1  I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way, 
I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom. 

2  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God? 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where   the   rivers   of  pleasure  flow   o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns : 

3  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  life*  of  the  soul. 

107. 
Support  in  Death.    8,  7,  &  4's  m. 

Greenville. 
2     When  the  vale  of  death  appears, 
Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 
O  my  Father !  soothe  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  this  darksome  way :  \ 
Break  the  shadows,  break  the  shadows, 
Usher  in  eternal  day. 

2    Starting  from  this  dying  state, 
Upward  bid  my  soul  aspire  ; 
Open  thou  the  crystal  gate  ; 
To  thy  praise  attune  my  lyre  : 
Praise  forever,  praise  forever, 
Praise  thee  with  th'  immortal  choir. 


RESURRECTION.  87 

108. 

Resurrection,     c.  M. 

Medfield.     Mear. 
Blest  be  the  everlasting  God, 

The  Father  of  our  Lord ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, 
His  Majesty  adored. 

When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  called  him  to  the  sky, 
He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 

What  though  the  frame  of  man  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust; 
Yet,  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rose, 

So  all  his  followers  must. 

There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserved  against  that  day  ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefined, 

And  cannot  waste  away. 

Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept, 

Till  the  salvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 

Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

109. 
Eternity,    c.  m. 

Stevens.     Mear 
How  long,  sometimes,  a  day  appears  ! 
And  weeks  are  long  as  they  ! 


JUDGMENT. 

Months  move  as  slow,  as  if  the  years 
Would  never  pass  away. 

But  even  years  are  fleeting  by, 

And  soon  must  all  be  gone  ; 
For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly, 

Eternity  comes  on. 

Days,  months,  and  years  must  have  an  end  ; 

Eternity  has  none: 
'Twill  always  have  as  long  to  spend, 

As  when  it  first  begun. 

Great  God  !  I  own  I  cannot  tell 

How  such  a  thing  can  be  ; 
I  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 

That  long,  long  time  with  thee. 

110. 
Judgment,     c.  m. 

Windsor.     Stcvtn*. 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 

To  answer  in  that  day, 
For  every  wicked,  idle  thought, 

And  every  word  I  say  ? 

Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 

For  all  that  I  have  done. 

How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live  ! 

With  what  religious  fear ! 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 

For  my  behaviour  here. 


HEAVEN. 


89 


Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 
Thy  watchful  power  bestow : 

So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near  ; 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 


111. 

Heaven,     c.  m. 

Peterboro.'     Mear. 

. 

Come,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth, 

And  think  that  we  must  die  ; 
What  are  our  best  delights  on  earth, 

Compared  with  those  on  high  ? 

Here  all  our  pleasures  soon  are  past, 

Our  brightest  joys  decay  ; 
But  pleasures  there  forever  last, 

And  cannot  fade  away. 

Here  sins  and  sorrows  we  deplore, 

With  many  cares  opprest ; 
But  there  the  mourners  weep  no  more. 

And  there  the  weary  rest. 

Our  dearest  friends,  when  death  shall  call. 

At  once  must  hence  depart; 
But  there  we  hope  to  meet  them  all, 

And  never,  never  part. 
8 


^0  HEAVEN. 

112. 

Aspiration  for  Heaven.    7  &  6's  m. 

Amsterdam 

1  Rise,  my  sou],  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove: 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source. 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

113. 
Heaven,     c.  m. 
Billings'  Jordan,     p.  11,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 


SPRING.  91 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  drest  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

And  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

114. 
Spring,     cm. 

Clarendon.     Medfield. 

1  While  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 

And  blossoms  on  the  spray, 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day ! 

2  How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies ! 

Soft  showers,  with  blessings  fraught, 
Bid  verdure,  fragrance,  beauty  rise, 
And  fix  the  roving  thought. 

3  O  let  my  wandering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 
The  garden,  field  and  grove. 

4  That  bounteous  hand  my  thoughts  adore. 

Beyond  expression  kind, 
Hath  sweeter,  nobler  gifts  in  store, 
To  bless  the  craving  mind. 


92  CLOSE    OF    THE   YEAR. 

5    Inspired  to  praise,  I  then  shall  join 
Glad  nature's  cheerful  song  ; 
And  love  and  gratitude  divine 
Attune  my  joyful  tongue. 

115. 
Close  of  the  Year.    c.  m. 

Stevens.     Windsor. 

1  And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 

Of  my  short  life  is  past: 

I  cannot  long  continue  here  ; 

And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Part  of  my  doubtful  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  fleeting  moments  run — 
The  few  which  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul !  with  all  thy  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn ; 
What  are  thy  hopes  ;  how  sure,  how  fair, 
And  what  thy  great  concern  ? 

4  Now  a  new  space  of  life  begins, 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven  : 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
Through  Christ  so  freely  given. 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 


NEW   TEAR.  93 

116. 

Old  or  New  Year.    l.  m. 

Rothwell.     Duke  St. 

Mt  helper  God  !  I  bless  thy  name  ; 
The  same  thy  power,  thy  grace  the  same  ; 
The  tokens  of  thy  friendly  care, 
Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

I  midst  ten  thousand  dangers  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand  ; 
And  see,  when  I  survey  my  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

Thus  far  thy  arm  hath  led  me  on, — 
Thus  far  I  make  thy  mercy  known ; 
And  while  I  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  blessings  shall  new  songs  demand. 

117. 
JVetc  Year.     Ts  m. 

Benevento.     p.  28,  S.  S.  S.  B 
While  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait ; 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 


£4  DEATH   OF    A   PUPIL. 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind; 

Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  I 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ; 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3    Thanks  for  mercies  past  recieve, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view  ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

118. 
Death  of  a  Pupil,     c.  M. 

SteTcns. 

1  Death  has  been  here,  and  born  away 

A  brother  from  our  side  ; 

Just  in  the  morning  of  his  day, 

As  young  as  we  he  died. 

2  We  cannot  tell  who  next  may  fall 

Beneath  thy  chastening  rod  ; 
One  must  be  first,  but  let  us  all 
Prepare  to  meet  our  God. 

3  May  each  attend  with  willing  feet^ 

The  means  of  knowledge  here  j 
And  wait  around  thy  mercy  seat, 
With  hope  as  well  as  fear. 


DEATH    OF   A   TEACHER.  95 

4  All  needful  strength  is  thine  to  give  ; 

To  thee  our  souls  apply 
For  grace  to  teach  us  how  to  live, 
And  make  us  fit  to  die. 

5  Then  to  thy  wisdom  and  thy  care 

We  would  resign  our  days ; 
Content  to  live  and  serve  thee  here, 
Or  die,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

119. 
On  the  Death  of  a  Teacher,     c.  m. 

Stevens.     Windtor, 

1  Farewell,  dear  friend  !  a  long  farewell ! 

For  we  shall  meet  no  more, 
Till  we  are  raised  with  thee  to  dwell 
On  Zion's  happy  shore. 

2  Our  friend  and  sister,  lo  !  is  dead  ! 

The  cold  and  lifeless  clay 
Has  made  in  dust  its  silent  bed, 
And  there  it  must  decay. 

3  Farewell,  dear  friend  !  again  farewell! 

Soon  we  shall  rise  to  thee  : 
And  when  we  meet,  no  tongue  can  tell 
How  great  our  joys  shall  be. 

4  No  more  we'll  mourn  thee,  parted  friend, 

But  lift  our  ardent  prayer, 
And  every  thought  and  effort  bend 
To  rise  and  join  thee  there. 


96  MISSIONARY   HYMN. 

120. 
Death  of  a  Teacher,     l.  m. 

p.  75,  S.  S.  S.  B 

1  There  is  an  hour  for  earthly  wo, 

To  bend  in  silence  and  in  prayer; 
And  while  the  tears  unbidden  flow, 
In  trembling  hope  find  comfort  there. 

2  There  is  an  hour  when  sorrow  bends 

Beneath  a  Father's  chastening  rod  ; 
From  the  crushed  heart  when  prayer  ascends, 
More  pure,  more  fervently  to  God. 

3  That  hour  is  when,  in  heavenly  light, 

Faith  triumphs  over  nature's  wo; 
Like  stars  that  brightest  shine,  when  night 
In  darkness  wraps  the  world  below. 

4  Not  of  this  world,  the  hand  that  takes 

Our  loved,  our  lovely,  to  the  tomb ; 
Not  of  this  world,  the  light  that  breaks 
Resplendent,  from  its  vanished  gloom. 

■5    The  heart  may  bleed,  the  eye  may  weep, 
Frail  nature's  sorrows  must  flow  on ; 
Unmurmuring  trust  our  spirits  keep: 
Father,  'tis  thou — Thy  will  be  done  ! 

121. 
Missionary  Hymn.    7  &  6's  v. 

Missionary  Hymn. 

1     From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 


ANNIVERSARY    HYMN.  37 

Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !  O  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 

122. 

Anniversary  Hymn.         l.  m. 

Luton.     Uxbridge. 
While  round  thy  shrine,  O  God,  we  bend, 

Let  our  united  praises  rise  ; 
And  from  a  thousand  tongues  ascend 
The  heart's  accepted  sacrifice. 
9 


98  ANNIVERSARY   HYMNS. 

2  Let  living  light,  from  thy  blessed  word, 

Guide  those  who  seek,  and  teach  thy  way ; 
And  may  each  opening  flower,  O  Lord, 
Drink  life  from  that  eternal  ray. 

3  Bless  those  who  first  this  vineyard  dressed  ; 

They  reaped  in  joy,  but  sowed  in  doubt ; 
They  smote  the  rock,  and  from  its  breast 
Leaped  life's  eternal  waters  out. 

4  They  sowed  in  doubt — for  dimly  woke 

The  light  toward  which  their  footsteps  trod  : 
They  reaped  in  joy — for  glory  broke 
Unclouded  from  the  throne  of  God. 

5  On  us  and  ours,  O  !  let  its  ray 

Shine  brightly  on  with  power  divine  ; 
That  thus,  while  ages  roll  away, 

Our  children's  children  may  be  thine. 

123. 

Anniversary  Hymn.        l.  m. 

Truro.     Shoel.     p.  43,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  Father  of  lights  !  we  bless  each  ray 

Shot  from  thy  throne  to  lead  the  blind: 
With  song  we  hail  the  holy  day 

That's  dawning  on  the  youthful  mind. 

2  Gone  is  the  gloom !  the  cold  eclipse, 

In  which  the  ignorant  at  thee  gaze, 

Has  passed  ;  and  now  from  infant  lips 

Art  thou,  O  God,  perfecting  praise. 

3  Bishop  of  souls,  whose  arms  were  spread, 

To  clasp  and  bless  such  little   ones, 


ANNIVERSARY    HYMNS.  99 

On  these  be  thine  own  Spirit  shed, 
That  they  may  be  thy  Father's  sons ! 

Friends  of  the  young,  whose  toils  are  o'er, 
Taste  ye  in  heaven  a  purer  bliss, 

Or  one  that  now  ye  cherish  more 

Than  that  which  comes  from  days  like  this  ? 

Author  of  life  !  when  death's  cold  hand 

Is  gently  on  our  eyelids  pressed, 
May  sorrowing  children  round  us  stand — 
The  children  whom  our  cares  have  blessed. 

124. 

Anniversary  of  Independence.    7  &  6's  m. 

Missionary  H.     p.  6,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
We  come  with  joy  and  gladness, 

To  breathe  our  songs  of  praise, 
Nor  let  one  note  of  sadness 

Be  mingled  in  our  lays  ; 
For  'tis  a  hallowed  story, 

This  theme  of  freedom's  birth: 
Our  fathers'  deeds  of  glory 

Are  echoed  round  the  earth. 

The  sound  is  waxing  stronger, 

And  thrones  and  nations  hear— 
Proud  men  shall  rule  no  longer, 

For  God  the  Lord  is  near: 
And  he  will  crush  oppression, 

And  raise  the  humble  mind, 
And  give  the  earth's  possession 

Among  the  good  and  kind. 


100  SUNDAY    SCHOOL. 

3     And  then  shall  sink  the  mountains, 

Where  pride  and  power  are  crowned, 
And  peace  like  gentle  fountains, 

Shall  shed  its  pureness  round. 
O  God  !  we  would  adore  thee, 

And  in  thy  shadow  rest ; 
Our  fathers  bowed  before  thee, 

And  trusted,  and  were  blessed. 

125. 

The  Sunday  School,        l.  m. 

Portugal.     Shoel.     p.  45,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
1     I  love  to  join  the  joyful  play, 

To  sport  beside  the  shady  pool, 
To  watch  the  birds  soar  far  away  : 
But  more  I  love  the  Sunday  School. 

%    For  there  I  meet  my  teacher's  smile, 

And  read  and  learn  the  holy  book ; 

And  oh,  my  heart  doth  feel  the  while, 

That  God  is  pleased  on  us  to  look ! 

3  And  when  we  bend  the  knee  in  prayer, 

And  hymns  to  our  Redeemer  raise, 
It  seems  to  me  that  God  is  there, 
To  hear  us  pray,  and  sing  his  praise. 

4  While  others  slight  this  holy  day, 

And  shun  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Oh,  may  I  cleave  to  wisdom's  way, 
And  ever  in  my  class  be  found. 


SUNDAY   SCHOOL.  101 

126. 

The  Sunday  School.        8  &  7's  m. 

Greenville.     Sicilian  Hymn. 
Father,  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 

Friend  of  children,  hear  our  lays  ; 
Humbly  would  our  souls  adore  thee, 

Sing  thy  name  in  hymns  of  praise. 

We  are  debtors  to  thy  kindness, 
God  of  grace  and  boundless  love  ; 

Thousands  wander  on  in  blindness, 
Strangers  to  the  light  above. 

But  'tis  ours  to  read  the  pages 

Where  the  rays  of  glory  glow  ; 
And  through  everlasting  ages 

We  aspire  its  bliss  to  know. 

Father,  on  thy  arm  relying, 

We  would  tread  this  earthly  vale  ; 

Be  our  life,  when  we  are  dying, 

Be  our  strength,  when  strength  shall  fail. 

127. 
Thanks  for  the  Sunday  School,     l.  m. 

Hebron.     Qxbridge. 

TEACHERS. 

Great  God,  accept  our  songs  of  praise, 
Which  now  with  grateful  hearts  we  raise  ; 
Bless  our  attempts  to  spread  abroad 
The  knowledge  of  our  Saviour  God. 

children. 
O  Lord,  to  thee  our  thanks  are  due, 
For  those  who  here  their  kindness  show, 


102  CLOSING   HYMNS. 

In  pointing  out  the  blessed  road 

That  leads  through  Christ  the  way  to  God. 

TEACHERS. 

3  We  claim  no  merit  of  our  own, 
Great  God,  the  work  is  thine  alone ! 
Thou  didst  at  first  our  hearts  incline, 
To  enter  on  this  work  of  thine. 

CHILDREN. 

4  Here  we  are  taught  to  read  and  pray, 
To  hear  thy  word,  to  keep  thy  day : 
Lord,  here  accept  the  thanks  we  bring, 
Our  infant  tongues  thy  praise  would  sing. 

TEACHERS. 

5  With  these  dear  children  we  '11  unite, 
Their  songs  inspire  us  with  delight; 
Lord,  while  on  earth  we  sing  thy  love, 
May  angels  join  their  notes  above, 

CHILDREN. 

6  Great  God,  our  benefactors  bless, 

TEACHERS. 

And  crown  thy  work  with  great  success  ; 

ALL. 

O  may  we  meet  around  thy  throne, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  strains  unknown. 

128. 
Sunday  School.        l.  m. 

Rothwell.     Portugal.     Uxbridge. 
1     O  God!  with  thee,  another  hour, 

We  've  passed  within  this  sacred  place  ; 


CLOSING   HYMNS.  103 

Here  we  have  learnt  to  know  thy  power, 
And  here  to  feel  thy  saving  grace. 

Here  we  have  learnt  a  Father's  love, 
That  lives  and  reigns  in  earth  and  sky  ; 

That  we  must  trust  that  Father's  love, 
Both  while  we  live,  and  when  we  die. 

Here  learnt  the  Saviour's  history — 

How  much  he  suffered — what  he  taught, 

That  we  from  sorrow  might  be  free, 
And  out  of  sin's  dark  bondage  brought. 

Here  learnt  the  worth,  in  early  youth 
Of  love,  and  gentleness,  and  peace, 

Of  justice,  purity  and  truth, 
The  springs  of  joy  that  never  cease. 

Here  learnt  that  we  must  change,  below, 
This  outward  garb,  this  mortal  robe  ; 

And  as  this  covering  off  we  throw, 
Shall  soar  for  heaven  thy  blest  abode. 

O  may  this  hour  be  ever  dear 

To  all  this  band  of  kindred  youth  ; 

And,  as  we  weekly  mingle  here, 
O  bless  us  with  thy  love  and  truth. 

129. 
Evening  Hymn.        l.  m. 

Evening  Hymn.     Duke  St- 
Another  day,  O  Lord,  is  gone, 

Another  of  thy  Sabbath's  past; 
Oh  !  may  each  day  of  duty  done, 
Be  holier,  happier  than  the  last. 


104  CLOSING   HYMNS. 

2  And  may  the  teachings  of  thy  word 

This  day  received,  through  life  remain  .; 
Their  gentle  influence  still  afford, 
To  soothe  each  wo,  to  calm  each  pain. 

3  Wilt  thou  be  with  us  when  apart — 

Together,  wilt  thou  be  our  stay  ; 
And  grave  upon  thy  children's  heart 
The  lessons  of  this  holy  day. 

130. 
Evening  Hymn,         c.  m. 

Litchfield.     Medfield.     Peterbor©~ 

1  And  now  another  day  is  gone, 

I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise  ; 
My  comforts  every  hour  make  known 
His  providence  and  grace. 

2  But  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste, 

My  sins  how  great  their  sum ; 

Lord !  give  me  pardon  for  the  past, 

And  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  And  when  my  eyes  are  closed  in  sleep. 

Let  angels  guard  my  head  ; 
And  through  the  hours  of  darkness  keer> 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

4  With  cheerful  heart  I'll  close  my  eyesj 

Since  God  will  not  remove  ; 
And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise5i 
Rejoicing  in  his  love. 


CLOSING   HYM>'S.  105 

131. 

Sunday  Evening.        l.  m. 

Luton.     Uxbridge. 
We  Ve  passed  another  Sabbath  day, 
And  heard  of  Jesus  and  of  heaven  ; 
We  thank  thee  for  thy  word,  and  pray 
That  all  our  sins  may  be  forgiven. 

May  all  we  've  heard  and  understood 
Be  well  remembered  through  the  week, 

And  help  to  make  us  wise  and  good, 
More  humble,  diligent,  and  meek. 

So  when  our  lives  are  finished  here, 
And  days  and  Sabbaths  shall  be  o'er, 

May  we  in  heaven  in  joy  appear, 
And  love  and  serve  thee  evermore. 

132. 
Sunday  Evening.        l.  m. 

Shoel.     p.  29,  S.  S.  S.  B. 
There  is  a  time  when  moments  flow, 

More  happily  than  all  beside  ; 
It  is,  of  all  the  times  below, 
A  Sabbath  at  the  eventide. 

Oh !  then  the  setting  sun  shines  fair; 

And  all  below  and  all  above 
The  various  forms  of  nature  wear. 

One  universal  garb  of  love. 


106  CLOSING   HYMNS. 

3  And  then  the  peace  that  Jesus  brought, 

The  life  of  grace  eternal  beams  ; 
And  we,  by  his  example  taught, 
Will  prize  the  life  his  love  redeems. 

4  Delightful  scene  ! — a  world  at  rest — 

A  God  all  love — no  grief,  no  fear, — 
A  heavenly  hope — a  peaceful  breast — 
A  smile  unsullied  by  a  tear. 

133. 

Sunday  Evening.        7's  m. 

c  Watchman,  tell  us,'  &c.     Alcester.  p.  22  &  54,  S.  S.  S.  B. 

1  Sacred  day,  forever  blest ! 

Day  of  all  our  days  the  best ; 
Welcome  hours  of  praise  and  prayer, 
Free  from  toil,  fatigue,  and  care  ! 

2  Happy,  happy,  happy,  Lord, 

Those  who  hear  and  read  thy  word  ! 
Happy  those  who  dwell  with  thee ; 
Who  thy  grace  and  glory  see  ! 

3  We  once  more  have  heard  thy  voice  : 

Lord,  in  thee  our  souls  rejoice  ; 
Borne  by  faith  to  worlds  on  high, 
Called  to  reign  above  the  sky. 

4  Though  this  day  of  rest  we  close, 

Still  in  thee  our  hearts  repose  ; 

Guide  and  guard  us  all  our  days: 

O  may  all  our  lives  be  prai  se. 


CLOSING   HYMNS.  107 

134. 

Closing  Hymn.        l.  m. 

Luton.    Duke  St. 

1  When  to  the  house  of  God  we  go, 

To  hear  his  word  and  sing  his  love, 
To  offer  praises  here  below, 

With  all  the  saints  in  heaven  above, — 

2  Our  God  is  present  with  us  there, 

And  watches  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  : 
Oh  !  let  us  humbly  join  in  prayer, 
Let  us  sincerely  sing  his  praise. 

3  Oh  !  may  we  never  thoughtless  go, 

Nor  lose  the  days  our  God  has  given  ; 
But  learn,  by  Sabbaths  spent  below, 
To  spend  eternity  in  heaven. 

135. 

Closing  Hymn.         l.  m. 

Duke  St.     Shoe!. 

1  By  Jesus'  pure  example  taught, 

May  we  be  led  in  serious  thought, 
O  Lord,  in  early  life,  to  see 
And  seek  our  happiness  in  thee ! 

2  May  our  young  minds  and  memories  be 

Here  trained  to  early  piety  ; 
And  may  our  hearts,  and  all  our  days. 
Be  thus  devoted  to  thy  praise. 


108  CLOSING   HYMNS. 

136. 

Closing  Hymn.        l.  m. 

Old   Hundred 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ! 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue ! 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

137. 
Closing  Hymn,        8  &  7's  m. 

Greenville.     Sicilian  Hymn, 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  peace  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound. 

3  Make  us  gentle,  kind  and  lowly  ; 

Teach  us,  Father,  by  thy  word, 
How  we  may  be  good  and  holy, 
Like  to  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 


SUPPLEMENTAL. 

1. 

"  Suffer  little  children  to  come  unto  ine,  and  forbid  them  not.' 

1  We  come  in  childhood's  innocence, 

We  come,  as  children,  free  ! 
We  offer  up,  O  God  !  our  hearts 
In  trusting  love  to  thee. 

2  Well  may  we  bend  in  solemn  joy 

At  thy  bright  courts  above  ; — 
Well  may  the  grateful  child  rejoice 
In  such  a  Father's  love. 

3  In  joy  we  wake,  in  peace  we  sleep, 

Safe  from  all  midnight  harms  ; — 
Not  folded  in  an  angel's  wings, 
But  in  a  Father's  arms. 

4  We  come  not  as  the  mighty  come  ; 

Not  as  the  proud  we  bow  : 
But  as  the  pure  in  heart  should  bend, 
Seek  we  thine  altars  now. 

5  i  Forbid  them  not,'  the  Saviour  said  ; — 

In  speechless  rapture  dumb, — 
We  hear  the  call — we  seek  thy  face — 
Father  !  we  come — we  come  ! 


Goodness  of  God. 
1     O,  God  is  good  !  each  perfumed  flower, 
The  smiling  fields,  the  dark  green  wood, 


110 


: :  r . 


The  insect  flattering  for  an  honr, 
All  things  proclaim  that  God  is  r 

2  1  hear  it  in  the  rushing  wind  ; 
The  hills  that  have  for  a^f  s  si 

Aid  ck  h  Is         .  r:»lden  colors  lined, 
Art  ill  repeat:::  _  rood. 

3  Each  little  rilL  that  many  a  year 
Has  the  same  verdant  path  pursued, 
And  every  bird,  in  accents  clear, 
Joins  in  the  song  th:  jdocL 

4  A  zlizing  stars, 
Tin;  nig  hk  z:i:se  with  light  rene  ■ 
7    :  :        _  -    ■  each  day  dec". :. 

5  The  moon  that  walks  in  brightness,  says 
7  _    :d  !  and  we,  endued 

power  to  speak  our  Make 
D  still  repeat  that  God  is  good. 

:J. 

1  It  love 

B:  v  being  forth  ; 

He  made  the  shining  worlds  above, 
ig  on  earth. 

2  Each  Korelj  fl ower.  the  smallest  fly, 

The  bright  g-  -.  the  clear  bloc 

God  that  made  them  all. 


GOD.  Ill 

3  He  gave  me  all  my  friends,  and  taught 
My  heart  to  love  them  well ; 

And  he  bestowed  the  power  of  thought, 
And  words  my  thoughts  to  tell. 

4  My  father  and  my  mother  dear, — 

He  is  their  father  too  ; 
He  bids  me  all  their  precepts  hear, 
And  all  they  teach  me,  do. 

5  God  sees  and  hears  me  all  the  day, 

And  mid  the  darkest  night ; 
He  views  me  when  I  disobey, 
And  when  I  act  aright. 

6  He  guards  me  with  a  parent's  care, 

When  I  am  all  alone  ; 
My  hymns  of  praise,  my  humble  prayer^ 
He  hears  them  every  one. 

7  God  hears  what  I  am  saying  now  : 

Oh  !  what  a  wondrous  thought ! 
My  heavenly  Father,  teach  me  how 
To  love  thee  as  I  ought. 

4. 

The  Presence  of  God  in  his  Works. 

From  a  Sunday  School  Teacher  to  his  Class,  while  absent 

in  the  Country. 

1     Great  God  !  our  thoughts  delighted  trace 
Throughout  thy  works  unmeasured  grace  ; 
These  with  continual  voice  declare 
That  thou  are  present  everywhere. 


112  GOD. 

2  Unnumber'd  orbs  in  robes  of  light. 
Thro  '  ether  wing  their  glowing  flight ; 
And  worlds  on  worlds,  majestic  rise, 
And  shed  thy  glory  through  the  skies. 

3  Far,  far  above  the  radiant  sky, 

Our  soaring  thoughts  would  upward  fly  ; 
But  shrink  before  the  sparkling  maze, 
Lost  in  the  vastness  of  thy  ways. 

4  Nor  'mid  these  scenes  sublime  alone, 
Dost  thou,  O  God,  thyself  make  known  ; 
On  every  side  fresh  wonders  stand, 
Confessing  thine  Almighty  hand. 

5  The  cloud-capt  mount,  the  lowly  vale, 
The  whispering  breeze,  the  startling  gale, 
The  murmuring  stream,  the  rolling  main, ' 
The  forest  wild,  the  green-rob'd  plain  ; — 

6  The  radiant  beam  of  opening  day, 
And  sunset's  mildly  parting  ray, 
The  fresh  born  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  herbs,  and  flowers  of  lovely  hue  ; — 

7  These,  and  unnumber'd  charms,  combine 
To  show  creative  power  divine  ; 

And  shall  our  hearts  unmov'd  remain, 
And  thankless  view  these  scenes  in  vain  ? 

8  O,  may  thy  grace  our  souls  inspire, 
And  kindle  there  each  pure  desire  ; 
No  more  let  sin  our  vision  blind, 
And  veil  the  works  thy  love  designed. 


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9    Then  shall  we  trace  creation  o'er, 
With  raptures  new,  unknown  before  ; 
Then  will  all  nature  bloom  more  fair, 
When  we  but  feel  thy  presence  there. 

5. 

A  Hymn  to  close  with. 

1  O  Lord  !  thy  great  and  holy  name 

The  heavens,  and  earth,  and  seas  proclaim  ; 
Thy  glory  saints  and  angels  own, 
In  endless  chorus  round  thy  throne. 

2  We  bless  thee,  Lord,  for  that  great  love 
Which  brought  the  Saviour  from  above  ; 
We  thank  thee  for  thy  sacred  word 

Our  eyes  have  seen,  our  ears  have  heard. 

3  We  praise  thee  for  this  happy  day 
That  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray  ; — 
This  day,  and  all  our  future  days, 

O  hear  our  prayers,  accept  our  praise. 

4  Our  Father  may'st  thou  ever  be  ; 
And  let  us  love  and  worship  thee  ; — 
And  when  we  die,  oh,  may  we  stand, 
Through  Christ  our  Lord,  at  thy  right  hand. 

6. 

Another. 
1     Hear,  Lord,  the  song  of  praise  and  prayer, 
In  heaven  thy  dwelling  place, 
From  children  made  thy  gracious  care, 
And  taught  to  seek  thy  face. 
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114  CLOSING   HYMNS. 

2  Thanks  for  thy  word,  and  for  thy  day ; 

And  grant  us,  we  implore, 
Never  to  waste  in  sinful  play 
The  holy  Sabbath  more. 

3  Thanks  that  we  hear — but  O,  impart 

To  each,  desires  sincere  ; 
That  we  may  listen  with  our  heart, 
And  learn  as  well  as  hear. 

4  Wisdom  and  bliss  thy  Word  bestows, 

A  sun  that  ne'er  declines  ; 
And  be  thy  mercies  showered  on  those 

Who  placed  us  where  it  shines. 



7. 
Evening  Prayer. 

1  Another  day  its  course  has  run, 
And  still,  O  God,  thy  child  is  blest; 
For  thou  hast  been,  by  day,  my  sun  ; 
And  thou  wilt  be,  by  night,  my  rest. 

2  Sweet  sleep  descends,  my  eyes  to  close  ; 
And  now  while  all  the  world  is  still, 

I  give  my  body  to  repose, 
My  spirit  to  my  Father's  will. 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Original  Hymns,  and  some  of  those  that  appear  for  the  first 
time  in  a  collection  of  this  kind,  are  accredited  in  this  table. 


According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

Almighty  God,  by  thy  great  power, 

Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer, 

Among  the  deepest  shades  of  night, 

A  minute,  how  soon  it  is  flown, 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love, 

And  must  1  be  to  judgment  brought,    . 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year,     . 

And  now  another  day  is  gone, 

Another  Sabbath,  Lord,  I  see, 

Another  day,  O  Lord,  is  gone,  .     T.   Gray,  Jr. 

Another  day  its  course  has  run,     . 

Assembled  in  the  morning,       .         Comp. 

Assembled  in  our  school  once  more, 

Almighty  God,  thy  gracious  power,     . 

B. 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay, 

Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here,         .  Wesley*     . 

Behold  where  breathing  love  divine,    . 

Behold  where  in  a  mortal  form,    . 

Behold  the  amazing  sight, 

u  Blest  are  the  meek,"  he  said,    . 

Blest  instructer,  from  thy  ways, 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God, 

By  Jesus'  pure  example  taught, 


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Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice,    . 
Come,  thou  Almighty  King,      . 
Come  to  the  place  of  praise, 
Come,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth,     . 

D. 
Death  has  been  here,  and  borne  away, 

F. 
Far  from  thy  servants,  God  of  grace,  . 
Farewell,  dear  friend!  a  long  farewell,     . 
Father  divine!  joys  ever  new, 
Father  in  heaven,  thy  ceaseless  love, 
Father  of  our  exalted  Lord,     .  .  .  . 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word,    . 

Father  of  lights,  we  bless  each  ray,    Rev.  J.  Pierpont. 
Father,  Lord  of  light  and  glory, 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,       .      Heber. 

G. 
Go,  when  the  morning  shineth,     JEdin*  Mag. 
God  of  mercy!  God  of  love, 
God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
God  is  so  good  that  he  will  hear,  . 
Glory  to  our  heavenly  King,    . 
Great  God  !  and  wilt  thou  condescend,    . 
Great  God,  accept  our  songs  of  praise, 
Great  God!  our  Father  and  our  Friend,  . 
Great  God!  our  thoughts  delighted  trace,   W.  S.  R. 
Great  God,  to  thee  my  voice  I  raise, 
Great.  God!  with  wonder  and  with  praise,     , 
Great  source  of  unexhausted  good, 

H. 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign,    . 
Hark  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes, 


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45 

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101 
108 

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63 

47 

11 

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101 

60 
111 

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71 
29 


117 


Hark!  what  mean  those  heavenly  voices, 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed,     Montgomery 

Heavenly  Father!   mighty  Lord, 

Hear,  Lord,  the  song  of  praise  and  prayer, 

How  happy  is  the  child  who  hears,     . 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray, 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  Gospel's  sound,     Boicring 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  lie  dies, 

How  long  sometimes  a  day  appears,    . 

How  wondrous  is  this  frame, 

I. 

In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 

In  a  modest,  humble  mind, 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God,  . 

It  was  my  heavenly  Father's  love, 

I  thank  the  goodness  and  the  grace, 

I  love  to  join  the  joyful  play, 

I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay,  Heber. 

Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour, 

Jesus  ascends  on  high, 

L. 
Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be,  . 
Little  children,  come  to  me, 
Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Lord,  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 
Lord,  I  would  own  thy  tender  care, 
Lord  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 
Lord  what  a  feeble  piece, 

M. 
My  Father!  cheering  name, 
My  helper  God!  I  bless  thy  name, 
My  Maker,  and  my  King, 


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Now  in  my  early  days, 

Now  that  my  journey's  just  begun, 

O. 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

O  Father,  though  the  anxious  fear, 

O  God!  our  strength  and  hope, 

O,  God  is  good!  each  perfumed  flower,   . 

O  God!  thy  boundless  love  we  praise, 

O  God,  with  thee  another  hour,      .  Comp. 

Oh,  my  Father,  what  a  treasure, 

O  Lord,  another  week  is  flown,     H.  K.   White* 

O  Lord,  thy  great  and  holy  name, 

One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one,     . 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day,    . 

Our  Father,  here  again  we  raise,     T.  Gray,  Jr. 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear, 

P. 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Praise  to  God!  oh  let  us  raise, 


Rise  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings,   . 

S. 
Say,  what  is  lifel  'tis  like  a  flower,    . 
Sacred  day,  forever  blest, 

Safely  through  another  week,     Sun.  Sch.  S.  B. 
See  Israel's  Shepherd  stands, 
See  from  on  high  a  light  divine, 
See,  another  week  is  gone, 
Soon  as  my  youthful  lips  can  speak, 
Suppliant,  lo!  thy  children  bend,        T.  Gray,  Jr. 

T. 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  eyes,  ,  .  , 


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The  Lord  is  risen  indeed,         .            .            .  .40 

The  God  of  heaven  is  pleased  to  see,         .            .  71 

There's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose,            .  .         23 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,    ...  90 

There  is  an  hour  for  earthly  woe,         T.   Gray,  Jr.         96 

There  is  a  time  when  moments  flow,         .             .  105 

Thy  gracious  aid,  Great  God,  impart,            .  .        49 

W. 

We  sing  thy  mercy,  God  of  love,         .            •  .43 

We  come  with  joy  and  gladness,               .             .  99 

We  come  in  childhood's  innocence,        T,  Gray,  Jr.       109 

We've  past  another  Sabbath  day,         f  •             .  105 

We  bless  thee  for  this  sacred  day,       •             .  .15 
Welcome,  welcome^  quiet  morning,   Sun.  Sch.  S.  B.         17 

With  warm  affections  let  us  view,       .             .  .39 

What  shall  we  ask  of  God  in  prayer,        .             .  56 

When  all  thy  mercies,  oh  my  God,               .  .             25 
When  in  my  heart  rise  angry  thoughts,   Teach.  Man.         37 

When  for  some  little  insult  given,        .             .  .75 

When  the  vale  of  death  appears,                .             .  86 

When  to  the  house  of  God  we  go,         .            .  .107 

When  childreu  give  their  hearts  to  God,               .  51 

When  little  Samuel  woke,       ...  .52 

When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray,             .             .  56 

While  Shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night,  .         31 

When  love  divine,  in  human  form,             .             •  69 

While  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale,                .  •         91 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun,         .             .  93 
While  round  thy  shrine,  O  God,  we  bend,  T.  Gray,  Jr.    97 

Whilst  thee  we  seek,  protecting  power,          .  .         53 

Y. 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join,         .  .        67 


TABLE  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Morning  Hymns,  1  to  8  p.  Commencing  Hymns,  S 
to  15.  Sabbath  Morning,  15  to  18.  GOD,  1%  to  29. 
God  the  Creator,  18,  19.  Parental  character  of  God,  20. 
God  our  Father,  21.  Goodness  of  God,  21,  24,  25.  Power 
and  Goodness  of  God,  22.  Mercy  and  Goodness  of  God,  23. 
Goodness  of  God  in  his  works,  25.  God  is  Love,  25.  Om- 
nipresence and  Omniscience  of  God,  27.  God  our  Preserver, 
28.  CHRIST,  28  to  45.  Coming  of  Christ,  29.  Song  of 
the  Angels,  30.  Birth  of  Christ,  31,  32.  Teaching  of  Christ, 
S3.  Precepts  of  Christ,  33.  Christ,  the  Heavenly  Teacher, 
34.  Example  of  Christ,  35,  36, 37,  3S.  Sufferings  of  Christ, 
39.  Death  of  Christ,  39.  Resurrection  of  Christ,  40.  Ascen- 
sion of  Christ,  41.  Invitation  of  Jesus,  42.  Gratitude  for  the 
Gospel,  4§.  Remembrance  of  Christ,  44.  BIBLE,  45  to  49. 
Piety,  49  to  54.  Early  Piety,  49,  50,  51.  Pleasures  of 
early  piety,  50.  Example  of  early  piety,  52.  Invitation  to 
early  piety,  53.  Devotion,  53.  Prayer,  54  to  62.  Pen- 
itence, 63.  Praise,  63  to  68.  Faith,  68.  Trust  in 
God,  69,  70.  Christian  Love,  71,  72.  Virtue,  73. 
Charity,  73,  74.  Beneficence,  75.  Forgiveness  of 
Injuries,  75.  Gratitude, 76,77.  Resignation,  78, 79. 
Meekness, 80.  Humility,  80.  Life,  81,  82.  Time, 83, 
84.  Death, 85, 86.  Resurrection, 87.  Eternity,  S8. 
Judgment, 88.  Heaven,  89,  90.  Spring,  91.  Close 
op  the  Year, 92.  Old  or  New  Year,  93.  New  Year, 
93.  Death  of  a  Pupil, 94.  Death  of  aTeacher,  95, 
96.  Missionary  Hymn,  96.  Anniversary  Hymns,  97, 
98,  99.  The  Sunday  School,  100,  101,  102.  Thanks 
for  the  Sunday  School,  101.  Evening  Hymns,  103, 
104.  Sunday  Evening,  105,  106.  Closing  Hymns, 
107,  10S. 

SUPPLEMENT. 

Early  Piety,  109.  Goodness  of  God,  109,  110.  God  our 
beet  Friend,  111.  Presence  of  God  in  his  works,  111,  112, 
113.     Closing  Hymns,  113,  114.     Evening  Prayer,  114. 


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